Parents and Teachers Don't Meant To Co-exist

My school had a parent-teacher thing yesterday and mine was...not as disastrous as i had expected. See, every year after the first semester exam passed, parents have to come over to the school in order to retrieve report cards. And that also give teachers the chance to blab whatever they want to our parents. What they blab about, not all are true, and not all parents are smart enough to see through the act.

As usual, my grandma was the one who went instead of my very-very busy parents. Don't worry, i don't mind :D So, knowing my grandma, she dressed up for the 'big' day. I mean like really, really dressed up. It was as though she was dressing up for a wedding dinner or something high-class like. She had even put on her gigantic ear-rings. I asked why she'd wore what she was wearing and she answered, 'Would you prefer if i went in that half-quarter pants and black-faded-to-white tee and looking like an old hag who had just woken up from a nightmare?'

Yes, my grandma is just that awesome.

And, when i supported my grandma as we walk down the flight of stairs that leads us down to the school hall, she whispered to me, 'Haiya, I can walk by myself. I'm not that old so quit making me look that old.'

Grandma awesome strikes again!

So, when we reached my class, there were only one other people in line. We sat on the chairs that my class had wasted our energy and breath on to arrange it nicely for this day. We went up when it was our turn. My class teacher who is a Malay, was starting everything by telling grandma by position in class, which was not a good thing, because i got like 21 this time, over 40 smart-asses in my smart-ass class which my school had obviously accidentally put me in. Then, she started to talk about the subjects that had dropped, which was Chinese and History, both which i badly in. I dropped from an A to C in History. And for Chinese.... I DON'T EVEN WANNA START WITH CHINESE, NOT EVER. SO, after dragging on and on and on about God-knows-what for God-knows-how-long, my grandma finally made a move and stood up. And that was when i finally woke up from my 'sleep'.

As expected, grandma lectured me all the way to the hair salon about my grades. She got a couple of calls in between, but that didn't stop her from changing the subject. I had even tried turning on my rock music. She still didn't budge. Oh wells, at least i got my haircut in peace.

After that, blablablalblablablablablabla. Nothing else to say, so PEACE