Another class, another boredom

It's me again. *waves and hits you with broom* Well, let me describe what went on today.

Monday, 12 Janaury 09, 7:10am
I am gonna be soooooooo busted if I don't reach the shittin' School Hall by 7.10. Come to think of it, it's 7.10 now. Oh shit. But there were hundreds, no, thousands, no, millions, no, billions, no, thrillions of students rushing as fast as their feet could take them. So I guess it was okay. I tried running, but my foot ached and it hurt with every running step I took, so I stopped. As thrillions of students filled into the School Hall, I made my way to the 4 Excellence row. My teach', Mr. Lee, gave me a look. Dude, I knew I was late. I tried sitting. But there wasn't any space. "No space." I muttered. Mr. Lee told the class to move a little. Finally, I squeezed into the space. Almost squashed between one of my classmates and the door. Sigh.

Monday, 12 Janaury 09, 9.30a.m
"This again?" My friend Clement stared at the plate of Curry Chicken Rice I brought to the table. "Don't you ever get sick of eating this all the time?"
"Nope." I replied proudly. I could get a school record of eating Curry Chicken Rice every recess for a year and half.
Just then, the usual guys came to the table. Darrel, Jordan, Janan and Bronson crowded around us. "Eh, you're sitting beside a girly." Bronson laughed, and Janan quickly moved from the place he was sitting. Our table-sitting rules were strict: It wasn't wise to place a male to sit beside a female. Of course, the teach' didn't set up those rules. *chuckle*
Monday, 12 Janaury 09, 11.00am
"Turn to Chapter 2 on your Maths Textbook..."
I was bored to tears. I yawned and stared at the clock. Only an hour and fifty minutes more to freedom. 30 minutes more and Mr. Lee will leave. His English classes sucked, as he kept EXPLAINING everything and not WORKING everything. Now his Maths classes are starting to suck, too. Finally, after what seemed like a year, the Moral Education teach' came in. Her teaching was just as lousy. I adjusted my head a little. I was getting a terrible headache. In my bad mood, I yelled in frustration, "Wesley, your big head is blocking my view. I can't see what's on the board."
Wesley moved away his head, and I continued scribbling. As we handed up our books, I remembered. I am gonna be soooooooo busted if I didn't do my corrections. But again, I didn't know if I needed to. So I simply handed it up. Typical me.
I don't think there's the need to describe the last two lessons: Chinese. The simplest word you can use to describe it was: Boring.