I was supposed t meet Clifton at th usual bus stop- th one opposite Plaza. Today, I walk to th wrong bus-stop, I keep thinking that I am not meeting him. Who knows, we meet each other in th bus.

School is really boring, how I wish there will be no school for all of us. Teachers are always doing th same thing, either thoery or practical. I hate practicals, I find it a waste of time. Moreover, I dont even understand what I am doing.

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I went home straight after school with Clifton, but halfway he saw his friends and eventually went for basketball. I bus-ed home alone, I saw Mr Daniel. He was a very kind teacher, I remembered him joining our orientation camp. He is rather quiet. I had a chat with him, I no longer see him in our school anymore. He got posted to Swiss Cottage, that time he was on his way home to Woodlands.

I miss all th kind teachers, teachers who had taught me. They all got posted. I have my nap as usual and called Kelly at night for my schedule. Lastly, Mr Daniel wishes me well for my studies and yes to him too...his career!