Student "edition" found at {csi dot journalspace dot com}.

Maybe I shouldn't have started this blog now, not with everything that's been going on.

I have been forgetting to mention that for the first time, maybe because of the extra-curricular position I currently hold, I have received a Christmas gift from the school brothers.

The “wrapper” itself is a white netting drawstring bag, and inside is a medium sized green sling bag with several compartments.

There was a design of a green star on the side, although there was no name of the school written on it.

@@ Another certain student story, even though I haven’t finished the tale of his last finals with me.

Yesterday he was in the faculty room using one of the computers. I don’t know if he was doing it intentionally or not, but I could see he was just opening or editing MS Paint files of pictures he made of long legged Japanese animation girls in police uniforms. Seeing one was already too many.

Instinctively, even though my co-teacher and I were supposed to wait for the 620pm shuttle, when provided with the opportunity to shout out the window and ask to ride with one of the students going out (which led to our dining out as related in the student accessible version) we took it, just to be able to tell him we were already closing the faculty room.

He didn’t want to leave yet, and even said the discipline officer could just close up the room when he was done.

I had to tell him that the discipline officer is in charge of the student lounge and we are responsible for the faculty room.

When we left, he was looking into the laboratories, hoping that the technician would still allow him to use the computers. We knew for a fact though, that the technician would leave at 5pm though.

@@ On to my last story about him from the previous related post: after their exam, he followed me to the faculty room.

While I was fixing the papers in my cubicle, he asked me if I knew of this certain rocket used in the sixties.

I said no, and he then pondered aloud why rockets weren’t being used for commercial planes.

I told him I didn’t know, and maybe he could look it up on the internet. It may be the same kind of dismissal he gets from his parents (or maybe “ask your teachers) so when I sat in front of the computer, he had walked away.

I saw him talking to the director of the school of engineering a bit later, maybe asking the same things, and maybe getting a more brusque reply. Was he waiting for: “That’s a good question! Let me help you with that!”

Session 2489 is showing more signs of different types of desperation as the days go by. Class dismissed.