If you be my star
I’ll be your sky
You can hide underneath me and come out at night
When I turn jet black and you show off your light
I live to let you shine
I live to let you shine

But you can skyrocket away from me
And never come back if you find another galaxy
Far from here with more room to fly
Just leave me your stardust to remember you by

If you be my boat
I’ll be your sea
A depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity
Ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze
I live to make you free
I live to make you free

But you can set sail to the west if you want to
And past the horizon till I can’t even see you
Far from here where the beaches are wide
Just leave me your wake to remember you by

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My philosophy is that rules can be divided into two categories: First, there are the rules that are meant to be followed. Serious rules, if you will. The type that actually matter if they are followed or not, either in the eyes of a third party, or otherwise crucial to the lives of any involved. Second, there are the rules that should be followed, at your own discretion. Usually, it's a good idea to follow these too as they normally pertain to your self-preservation and are generally "for your own good".

The latter set of rules (I won't make the distinction between rules/laws/guidelines here) are, for the most part, not followed up on by the enforcers of the rest of the rules/law in it's entirety. Some common examples generally include things like eating while driving, buttoning your top button while wearing a tie (in a school setting) etc.

While these are technically meant to be followed and are punishable if not, it's generally understood that the authorities don't care enough about petty instances such as these to actually take any action, and it's mutually understood that when the time arises, and if someone knows they are mature enough to apply the rule where applicable, there really it ultimately loses the need to be even overseen at all, and the rule/law just serves as a reminder.

For anyone currently in my school, you probably know where this is going. I believe this is nothing more than an expression of the general consensus. It has been about three months since the reign of the iron hand fell upon the Maths Annex. The long forsaken rule of the prohibition of food and drink in the annex was once again taken up by a new tyrant (some random evil math's teacher lady), determined to enforce it with all her energy.

Side note: If this was an anime, in a few episodes time we would be taken into her past and shown what a messed up life she had/has, allowing the audience to feel some sympathy for her current condition, at least before she gets brutally massacred by the protagonist in a high-impact, adrenaline-pumped showdown.

Unfortunately, we aren't living in an anime, despite what any of you might think. Even if we were, dramatic irony is evil, and we probably won't ever get to know anything more about the evil that is slowly creeping, consuming the spirit of the maths annex. But we can infer, and it probably wouldn't be too far from the previous paragraph's predictions.

Trying to restrict food/drink, even water, yes water (talk about control freak), in the maths annex is a futile effort. It's like trying to crush a movement. It doesn't die. Whether she knows that or not is another story. Whenever she passes by, she wreaks havoc, destruction and chaos by sending people out, confiscating food and drink whenever she sees them. Of course, she's been picking on me a lot recently (hence the post). Perhaps its because I refuse to conform/hide and eat in the hope that she passes over. Fair enough, someone warns and she's coming, I'll hide my food. But I refuse to eat in fear! And here we are, everyday she pretty much comes looking for me, sends me out. Upon which I walk out, wait for her to disappear, and walk back in.

It actually started to get heated when she caught me a second time in the same day, whereupon she attempted to ban me from the annex for that day (lol, fat hope). So there was one point where I wasn't eating, and she decided to come and exercise her power over me by sending me out. I swear she has fun doing it. Not saying it isn't fun on my part either. She knows she can't really stop me, and it's quite plain in her eyes that she's just looking for people to obey her commands. My eyes just laugh back at her. I doubt she knows who I am *evil laugh*. It's hard to put the million comebacks that I get every time she comes to bully me behind and just smile and walk out, but I do it more out of respect of the fact that the rule actually exists than of any respect for her. The thing is, she is almost completely powerless over me, especially as we head into next term, making it even harder to resist the temptation.

Honestly, I don't think the state of the maths annex has improved in the aspect of the litter and cleanliness before and after the arrival of the oppressor. The only logical and socially acceptable reason for the re-enforcement of this rule is to improve that, if anything. They even tried removing the bin from that area. Stupid move. But even after realising that, this compulsive bitch still makes her rounds, obviously now just for her own kicks rather than for any greater good. Which then enables me to defy her demands, depriving her of her personal kicks. Which I intend to do some time before school ends, preferably towards the tail end. With water. Just because it would be funnier.

The things that stress does to you... Sigh. Petty issues get blown up so much. And now it's 1am. Tomorrow is the last day of the term, leaving us with exactly two weeks of schoo left. This series of SACs, the last one, is pretty much over. Just about one more to go, and that will be all. It feels good in a sense... Except then you look back, regret. Fall into the vicious cycle. Fail the exam. Turn emo. Fail at life.

*Shudder*

Good night.

The only thing that's worse than one is none.