I made history ; Drama : Part 3

Throughout the whole camp,

I feel like I wanted to cry every minute, every second, every hour. I just can't stand it. It's so stressful. I wanted to go home. I even thought of a way to make myself faint, and eventually I get to go home. Like, seriouslay.

After I got home, without showering or unpacking my clothes, I logged on to blogger, and quickly blog about the whole excruciating-pain-in-the-ass camp!

And the part where I was discriminated, and the part when I demanded for an exchange room. When I thought of it, I felt very, pissed off. I typed out everything, how I felt when I was discriminated, what happened when I was demanding for an exchange, I typed out everything. And I included acrid words. Offending, insulting, and very memalukan.

But when I wrote it, I didn't think of the side effects, and consequences. I never thought of it. All I thought of was for my own satisfactory, to release all the anger in me, that I've kept for a few days, long enough to make me feel like it was years.

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Few months passed, nothing happened.

Until one day, in the classroom, a teacher, suddenly blurted out that the Teacher read one of the classmates blog. And he proceed on telling the whole class that he reads who so and so's blog. Including mine. Ask me, how on earth he manage to find our blog? Like this, you see, that particular teacher is an online-holic. I mean, put it in that way, because he manage to find our blog, by typing the School Name on the search Engine, and browse through many many pages. Taddaaaa! Our blog appears! Back then, my blog was a shared blog, with my sister. And Thank God, until today, it still exists. But too bad, the whole dramatic posts were deleted already :) But theres still a few, maybe more, pieces of memories left in there. And Please, do not ask me to give you permission to read it.

On a unlucky Saturday, happened to have replacement day. I took Taekwondo training as an excuse to skip Saturday school, simply because I was lazy. I was happily doing my training, all the kicks and punch, until I recieved a phone call from Mummy. It distracted my training moment, but I still ignored it. Then, during break time, I decided to call her back, and ask her whats up. She told me, the school called her, asking her to come to school immedietly. But she was busy, instead she told my Daddy to go.

After my wonderful, relishing, training, I saw my Daddy. So I went to approach him, and asked him, why was my Mummy called to go to school? He answered me simplily, "You're going to be expelled." I took it as a joke, because I know, my Daddy loves to joke around. So I told him, "*laughs*. Don't joke around, really, tell me. Whats up?" He didn't respond to that, just he gave me a piece of paper, indirectly telling me to read it.

So I read it, bit by bit, one by one, the words. I knew those words. It's one of my blog posts. And he told me that, the school found out about my blog, which I insulted, and abashed the lady who 'harassed' me during the camp.

Unfortunate 16th July, 2007. What happened?


Stay tuned for Part 4 !