12P's whole communal birthday cake sharing thing is such a bother. On the day leading up to a classmate's birthday, we nominate a cake-buyer and pay him about 20 thou each. He/she then orders for a cake to be sent to school during lunch.
Since it was my's birthday, mr peter had to appoint someone else as a replacement cake-buyer, and SURPRISE SURPRISE that responsibility was forced upon me.
The problem lay in the fact that most of the tardy/irresponsible kids are in my form. You know the kind, they constantly borrow your money/pens/notes, never return them, and feign bewilderment if you remind them after a week. Take, (ohh let's call her) saggy. At the beginning of the school year, saggy had neglected to procure darkblue skirts for school! By the middle of term, ms bee and ms anna were on her case. In desperation, she asked to borrow one of MY skirts. Never having lent her anything before (or well, having forgotten she'd never paid me back that 80 thou she borrowed at the beginning of yr11), I agreed. She returned my skirt after about 3 weeks, AT THE END OF TERM!!! At one point, after yet another excuse, she offered to BUY it. But by then most of my mates had warned me; any money she owes you will never see the light of day again! Someone once said of the same miscreant, "On monday, she borrows your money. From tuesday through saturday she says, oh I'll pay you back tomorrow! And on the following monday she claims, what money?" GRR!
So after school I went down to Voelkers and ordered the best one I could buy with my severely limited funds: this MINISCULE chocolate tart thing with a crust. The real cakes were all about 300 thou and up :( And of course I didn't have enough dong at hand to fork over, even after I added the 30 thou left in my wallet. So I just trooped home in grim resignation, knowing the next morning mr peter would flay me alive.
Though a miracle happened. When I told mr peter of my predicament, he gave a GENUINELY AMUSED SMILE (no disappointed what-do-you-expect-from-a-girl-like-you glares!) and said, Oh dear. The cause of his unnaturally sunny disposition was revealed during math. He had finished marking our binomial matrices portfolio and we'd all done reasonably well - EVEN ME! I got like 17/20, which is probably what made him so forgiving towards me that day :)
My mathmate who got a higher level dude to help her EXTENSIVELY (and when I say extensively, I mean 'do it for me!' extensively) got 19/20. The rest of us are quite disgusted with her though, so that's okay ahaha.

Okay I think I have finally gotten myself out of range of ms bee's scorn/disappointment! :))) I took her advice and now my answers flow like pretty essays. And the fact that topic we're covering right now is one of my favourites probably has something to do with it also. I LOVE THE HUMAN BODY it is hella easy! I'm always just like, ANSWER ANSWER YAYYY whenever she poses a question to us.
Seolye, on the other end of the spectrum, has earned her ire. She just isn't one of the sharpest knives in the drawer, is all. That's no cause to hate her! :( She understands the content just fine when I talk her through it online, so she speculates it's just ms bee's teaching methods she finds unbearable. The worst part is, seolye sometimes speaks wistfully of a ms bee from the year before, smiling at her kindly and walking her slowly through the IGCSE syllabus. Ms bee's sudden change in countenance is quite a surprise.

Doing lit/english A1 has made me prone to making literature-worthy observations whenever I'm doing just about anything. One time, I was watching some movie (the terminal?), and I distinctly remember thinking things like, mr navorski and that acting field commander guy are polar opposites! Mr Ns more human; he goes out of his way to help people as best he can (closing [and breaking] that girl's suitcase, helping a russian get medicine for his dying father past customs) while the FC's more machine-like and selfish and sadistic (refuses to allow said russian to get past customs even considering his backstory, trying to force mr N on a plane back to Krakozhia even though mr N's regained his visa/citizenship, blackmailing mr N to go back by threatening his friends) and yadda yadda. I am muy proud because back in tanglin I couldn't spin ANY kind of yarn to save my life! All the "ELABORATE" comments on my history/literature essays are testament to that.