1. To kill as a sacrifice.
2. To kill (oneself) by fire.
3. To destroy.

The agony of being a student is that the teacher is always right. Well, at least that's what some teachers presume. I've got an ultimately pleasant surprise today! A surprise so pleasant it got me foaming at the mouth I swear. For the first time of this term, she was confidently assertive of her answers and explanations. Yes, I admit my fetish in scrutinising every single thing she writes on the board and pin-pointing the mistakes she make (if she doesn't have mistakes she wouldn't have to worry about that). I doubted the confidence she exhibited today and started questioning about last week's test. This was when she arrogantly said she couldn't be wrong because she extracted the questions from the past year papers. Wow! A round of applause please audience. I didn't know she had such capability! Double wow! Secret exposed. It only goes to show that she is not fit to be a teacher because she had to rely on answer scheme complete with workings to mark our scripts. Triple wow! If she had such a great ability, why didn't she apply it on finding more resources to teach us instead of imparting all the wrong knowledge?

Enough! What's the big fuss about having a degree in microbiology? What's the big fuss about you being able to pronounce w as v? What's the big fuss that you are a teacher? What's the big fuss that you can scream at me just to show that you had a stand in the bloody school!? Yeah, I'd like you to have a taste of my attitude. Go ahead, go on and bitch about me in front of A. Go have a major discussion with him and he's gonna tell you I made him depressed by walking out of the class just because he threw my toot. He's also gonna mention that he doesnt know what he have done to deserve this. Oh, oh, did I also mention that he's gonna make me sound like i'm a sinner because I'm like one of the oh-very-few people who complained about him and trying to "break his ricebowl". I could spend the whole day telling you what I did to make A depressed! I could jolly well do that to you. Go wipe your ass with leaves man!

Oh. Happy Halloween anyway. I hope you have a pumpkin over your head and I hope a thousand skeletons-in-the-closet haunt you tonight.

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