Basket.

I was at my usual bus stop today, stoning while waiting for the bus to arrive, when I notice some quick strokes of movement somewhere slightly above my line of sight. I look up, and who is waving as she walks past but my Geography teacher of Sec 2 - Sec 4 (name shall be withheld). Stunned, I can only manage a slight nod before she vanishes into the distance. Quite surprised she even still remembered me, I was so inconspicuous in her class. But well, it brought back some memories, of 10m tall shrubs and 5m tall dense undergrowth. Gosh, I'll never live that one down. The most useless teacher I ever had, bar none, she was.

But it is always nice to see people you haven't had any contact with for a long time again, and know that they remember you.

Recovering from a thoroughly exhausting week, in which two essays and a whole lot of other stuff was due, and which I all managed to complete only by sacrificing many hours of restful sleep. No, wait, restful sleep was always an alien concept to me. But anyway, apparently I didn't get enough even by my own insomniac standards, because I was hallucinating while studying just now. Unable to focus anyway, I decided to call it a night.

Weekend here again. Have a good book and am prepared.