Sometimes I feel like there’s a little naughty fairy messing with me. Based on what happened in the past few weeks you can certainly conclude that or that I’m extremely unorganized. But I prefer the first explanation it makes me feel better simply to put it.
Date back to 21st century third of June. Wait, a bit background. We’ve got papers that we need to bring to practical classes and have chef signed off and then upload on to school system. So that’s what I planned to do, but something unexpected happened. Right after I have the chef signed off my papers and put everything into my folder, I couldn’t find my paper which mean my whole file folder went missing. I looked for it everywhere, my bench, floor, the drawers below my bench, and the tiniest creek in between the bench and my stoves for twice and it was still nowhere to be found. I ‘ordered’ my classmates to check their bags and if I can I would check every one of them. Even some boys showed me their bags no one reported my folder’s location.
It’s nightmare since I was in primary school grade third all over again. At the time there was a boy who stole my homework erased my name and put his name onto it so as not to do the homework. I don’t know if it’s the case now but it could be one of the explanations you know. And then I came that Saturday wondering whether I can find it if I check one more time that kitchen I was in. And I was right. It was right there on the teacher’s bench so solemn and lost. I put it in my bag with great care and claiming it as my number one baby.
Fast forward to today. Each of us have a locker in our school. I know all of you who went through western education know this but just to fill asian kids in if even they are reading this. Right after I unlocked my locker and took my shoes out and try to put back my stuff I realized my lock went missing, usually they were always attached to my key well not today. And I find everywhere pants pocket, bag pocket under the changing room bench, as expected I had no luck. Until the end of the day when I took out everything, I found it sitting in the corner missing his holes that he locked up so dearly.
Similar stuff, I had practical classes. I did what chef showed us, crumbing the chicken and then put them in the fridge in the same bowl where I took it out to chill it. After a while I came back for it like a mom came back for a kid playing in the park only finding it taking off all his clothes, the chicken Kiev is now naked as a baby! Imagine my anger and shocks, seriously I might be more angry than that mom. Some moron can’t even remember if he/she crumbed his/her own Kiev and mistaken the place he put it! But I just go with it, as the system won’t punish the wrongdoer. So what’s the point, right？
Tell me there’s no fairy being naughty. I dare you.
Justlife 