Revenge Of The Fallen

The gates to The Great Hall of Salvation has long been closed, but she managed to enter unseen.

The aircon was powerful, and so no one noticed the faint ruffle of foolscap paper that hinted of her presence.

The Tutor of the class was as stately and elegant in her poise as ever, but those koyoks on her back, plus her packets of Panadol, betrayed to the intruder the intense punishment her frail, lithe body was subjected to.

The atmosphere in the room was intense, as The Tutor launched wave after wave of 殺人不眨眼的 TYS/exam papers/school exam/customized worksheet questions, like flying daggers, battering her students to the point of

Arrrrrgh! Miss Loi! My principal says “When you’re tired you should take a short break”. Right now I’m going to take his advice and sleep!

Sensing the opportunity, the uninvited guest weaved her way among the students like a wraith, disrupting their concentration one by one with whispers of blasphemous anti-mathematical identities like a²+b² = (a+b)(a−b) and lg(x+y) = lg x+lg y into their ears.

Alerted by the disturbance in the metaphysical mathematical fields flowing through the room, the Tutor stopped throwing her flying daggers and snapped:

Sadako! Leave them alone! We have already found the solution to your Plane Geometry question!

‘Screamed’ Miss Loi as she began her telepathic conversation with the intruder.

Oh really? But as I recall, the answer only appeared well after the 7 days have passed.

It was the school holidays!

I waited and waited. Because of this, I am now trapped here as a 幽魂野鬼. Moreover, some even laughed at me!

And now all of you shall pay. ALL of you – from the hundreds who have watched my video to the thousands taking your ‘O’ Level exams in two weeks’ time. For I shall possess the minds of your examiners who will in turn torment you! MUAHAHAHAHA!

With that, the psychic conversation ended. A gust of cold wind swept through the chamber as Sadako’s spirit left the room, messing up Miss Loi’s hair and sending stacks of foolscap paper flying in its wake (and revealing all the naughty cartoons the students have been drawing for the past hour ) …

Yes. These are turbulent times – a time when the dreaded Week of Mathematical Armageddon is less than two weeks away, a time to Teach Less, DO More, and a time when wandering spirits can anyhow fly in and out of The Temple

As the storm clouds gathered rapidly in the skies above, Miss Loi silently hopes that, in addition to the stuff she had said in the past (like this, this and this) students should by now be …

Last but not least, every year, there will be those who, by virtue of taking a romance a step too far, playing a Facebook game too many, or procrastinating a day too long, will inevitably leave it a little late.

And it’s this group, the last of the Last-Minute Buddha Foot Huggers, they who are most vulnerable to Sadako-controlled examiners, they who are still pounding on the Temple Gates, that’s foremost on Miss Loi’s mind as she created her O Level 2009 LMBFH Support Group on Facebook, in the little hope that this shall be a place for mutual support, where all may find solace and comfort in one another, and to clasp each other’s (virtual) hand tightly in the face of the looming storm.