Today while I was in the Glen shopping centre bathroom washing my hands, I looked up into the mirror and there was this thing on the mirror, with the words “Self Eye Test” above an empty box (drawn on) and underneath, the right hand side of the box says “healthy eye” and the left hand side of the box says “sick eye” and then it explained how you can’t tell just by looking which eye is sick.
I didn’t get it, until I realized the stuck-on writing was meant for someone much taller than me, as my eyes in the reflection weren’t even close to the writing, let alone the box where your eyes are meant to look back at you.
Secondly, in Jack’s, I realized all this time Jack thought I was a Yr 11.
I’M NOT THAT SMALL!
For the last 2 weeks in Chinese school we’d been doing practises for our upcoming SAC which is the oral. In the oral we’re meant to persuade our parents (as performed by our teacher) to allow us to do a certain something.
(By the way, I know I said I’d write like Dom for this blog. I thought about it. I’d rather stay sane.)
This week, my partner and myself are to perform “Should teenagers date in high school?”
And the really depressing part was, as I was preparing for it (I didn’t get far. I have Chinese school this afternoon and I still don’t know what I’m saying) I realize I can’t actually think of 5 good logical reasons why teenagers SHOULD date in high school because actually, there aren’t that many solid arguments.
So far, I have:
You can help each other with homework (easily debunkable)
He can keep you safe (assuming the oral is performed by a girl which I am. Oh wait I just read that again. Ha)
It is a part of social life that everyone has to experience
All my friends are doing it
But the thing is, I have a strong conviction that dating isn’t necessarily BAD in high school. I mean if it makes you happy, and you’re responsible enough to be…well responsible, then I don’t see the problem. But of course if you get right down to it, there are a million reasons for parents to say no and very little for them to say yes.
Anyway, wish me luck for my presentation. It’s nothing official so I don’t really care but, still, I don’t want to fuck up either.