Counselling

Things have been back as usual. Well maybe not for some of my friends.. adapting to a new situation is maybe difficult. Uhmm.. this is out of topic.

Okaay, the thing that I want to share here, right now, is: COUNSELLING. (do i spell that right?)

First of all, it’s weird how I only ever got a one time (or was it two?) counselling at school (exclude the part where I have to beg for the counsellor to fit in my name to their so-busy schedules). Anyway, so I thought maybe I was like so out of trouble cos they really rarely asked me to have this private sorta thing conversation with them. And today I just went to the counselling room again.

I was actually out of topics to talk to the counsellor, but heyy this means a little of refreshment, since my english teacher was absent today. So blablabla.. the conversation went well as usual. I drew stupid sketches of a house and a girl, and they’re now hung up already. Seriously, I can’t draw.. so please do tolerate the picts.

Okay, back. So the highlight of my conversation was: the counsellor seemed to know every detail part of the story that I was talking about. It’s like the teachers, and the whole school know what the students are doing everyday. Wooo. Spies are everywhere you know. And from that time on, I suddenly realized how much gossips and stories of students did the teachers know already. Ain’t good.