The first time I stepped into a class as a teacher thinking everything was going to be nice and dandy, I realised in 5 seconds, I had to throw everything I had planned out the window and rethink literally the whole game plan. The first lesson was a mess. In every way possible. Funny really looking back, I got no work done, class was unresponsive, no one was listening, and my voice was gone at the end of the hour.
That class was you. (Chee-cher you don't know how to take photo ah?!)
Fast forward to the present I really don't know how I survived 10 weeks of your class but I did so whatever. Maybe it's the accent maybe it's the straightup nonsense lessons I disguised as Art maybe it's Keith Haring.
Or maybe y'all just decided to be nice.
Throwing up for the last day.
My favourite sepak takraw player. (ONLY COS I DON'T KNOW ANY OTHERS)
My favourite Chinese Drums player. (I DO KNOW OTHERS)
AHHH-FEEEEEEEEEEEEEQ
Hanyza notices everything.
Pamela, I hope your new hell isn't treating you too badly >.< 
Annabel~
I swear I know his name. Srsly.
We are capable of..ar I forgot. I realised I didn't take a nice picture of it completed so if anyone of you have it stored in a corner in your phone do mail me/send me WHOO!
Jostling for Pole Position.
I don't remember 1/2 your names but I do remember thinking at that very precise moment "I will miss you guys" T_T
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