the printed letter of Star...to all the people of Starlla's frens...today a day to remember. a day of designing indeed. guess wat! a day of design briefs and tattered and torn recipes! a day of unwanted algebraic expressions, a day of formulas and arithmetic! a day of heart breaking scenes found in the classroom. a day of results of little experiments. tests, practically great for me. progress for the terms of maths. got the big unfolded reports back in a plastic sheet, kindly put together by a kind enough teacher. the sheets were tattered, sheets were torn but the folder of thin linen-like plastic remained intact as it got black and dirty after being cried on by little pupils... the eyes of pupils pinned on their marks. those that remained scarring them for life! they cried a tear and they tore them apart but netheless, the dun care attitude always is a trademark for any school girl. a girl of fearsome thots, more like a girl of carefree days. sec school, the worst time for exams and frens...sec school. when all the kinds of pressures set in, just like chemicals waiting to explode and kill you. the chemistry memorising is a torture to the sec 3's. lit the lamp for sec oners. and of course immense pressure for sec 2s. the sec 4s have more to worry than to think about. now, everyone thinks it's peer pressure, but diff then that. it's all pressure. it's one word that all will say: "sigh"! never did i ever utter that word in the dwellings of pri school when all was well. but poor sec school students describe school with only one word: "sigh"..."SIGH!" is that one word i call school/
a chirp from a bird means nothing more than a thought
