Monday, October 27, 2003
Pharisees Bounteous
"Lamentably, my consequent few entries will be about my habitual dissatisfaction with my current school. " The Faculty of Aggrandizement
An imperiously effeminate operations manager who dogmatically cannot seem to realise his workplace is in one of the filthy toilet cubicles. A principal who is irrevocably in need of an epilator. A condescending discipline master who has established himself by transmorgifying into an effigy of some unsightly feline. A discipline mistress who would rather caper in the vesicle of her tudung than to maul it. A handful of indolent teachers who entirely uphold their propensity to be malingers, one even claimed I was "Smart Alex" (When did Aleck become Alex?)...Parochial, unimaginative, decidedly self-righteous. Excellent dispositions to complement the staff.
Welcome to this school. it will never be mine. How do you like it?
Of course, I cannot pardon the students there either. Boorish, brusque, boisterous bunch of retards (Oh look! Alliteration! Odds that they cannot comprehend the art either). What were they thinking? Smoking in cubicles (Will they ever realise the rooftop is much more a picturesque location? Get out of there people, you are encroaching on the operations manager's workplace), involvement in triads, et cetera? I yearn to heal them but where do I start?
The Council (Prefectorial Board) is unmitigatedly ineffective. Call it a council and I could die of hysteria. Did they ever realise the quagmire of malice in the school? Or even if they did, will The Council be able to briddle the wanton rabidity that seems to infect the school? Or did I disremember that they could only stand inertly at staircases to perhaps fortify the school's anti-larceny system, it being positively unavailing ultimately? And I pray I did mention The Council, like the school, is an intrinsically autocratic system en masse?
Undeniably, an impeccably unabbreviated travesty of SJI. I do often wonder, how in my basal encounters with them, I have very much etched into their memory I was a force to be reckoned with. Exactly, they could neither finesse nor surmount my magniloquence. "Lambasting is thy metier"
This is neither a compliment nor an animadversion -- just a conclusion.
cuRRent...jer
¶ 10:44 am
"Lamentably, my consequent few entries will be about my habitual dissatisfaction with my current school. " The Faculty of Aggrandizement
An imperiously effeminate operations manager who dogmatically cannot seem to realise his workplace is in one of the filthy toilet cubicles. A principal who is irrevocably in need of an epilator. A condescending discipline master who has established himself by transmorgifying into an effigy of some unsightly feline. A discipline mistress who would rather caper in the vesicle of her tudung than to maul it. A handful of indolent teachers who entirely uphold their propensity to be malingers, one even claimed I was "Smart Alex" (When did Aleck become Alex?)...Parochial, unimaginative, decidedly self-righteous. Excellent dispositions to complement the staff.
Welcome to this school. it will never be mine. How do you like it?
Of course, I cannot pardon the students there either. Boorish, brusque, boisterous bunch of retards (Oh look! Alliteration! Odds that they cannot comprehend the art either). What were they thinking? Smoking in cubicles (Will they ever realise the rooftop is much more a picturesque location? Get out of there people, you are encroaching on the operations manager's workplace), involvement in triads, et cetera? I yearn to heal them but where do I start?
The Council (Prefectorial Board) is unmitigatedly ineffective. Call it a council and I could die of hysteria. Did they ever realise the quagmire of malice in the school? Or even if they did, will The Council be able to briddle the wanton rabidity that seems to infect the school? Or did I disremember that they could only stand inertly at staircases to perhaps fortify the school's anti-larceny system, it being positively unavailing ultimately? And I pray I did mention The Council, like the school, is an intrinsically autocratic system en masse?
Undeniably, an impeccably unabbreviated travesty of SJI. I do often wonder, how in my basal encounters with them, I have very much etched into their memory I was a force to be reckoned with. Exactly, they could neither finesse nor surmount my magniloquence. "Lambasting is thy metier"
This is neither a compliment nor an animadversion -- just a conclusion.
cuRRent...jer
¶ 10:44 am
