Not having done any exercise for a whole long week, finally get myself into some badminton. I was really gratefuly when my classmate invited me. It had been a long time since I last played it, 2 years maybe? Compared to the boys who later joined us, I was like a idiot, knowing absolutely nothing about the rules except for hiting the racket with your kit. Never seemed to be able to get good at a least one sports. But we had fun, hopefully those boys had fun too, sorry to bother them too much, though it's already hard enough for me just to not be his way.
And finally today, the idiotic physic mid-term exam. Or you can say it was just a in class homework, because a lot of people including me had our books open, flicking pages as we go. Some of the problem we didn't even learn, so it was completely reviewing, self-learning, discussing, copying kida stuff. Sure, there were those who would actucally done a pretty great job without any help, but for us, what's the point? It seemed to me it only a waste of time. One to go on Saturday, Circuit. Can we ever just stop studying at our weekends and just enjoy?