"Now, can anyone tell me the adaptations of a polar bear?" A slightly
distorted polar bear dominated the screen, courtesy of the electricity-
consuming (who cares?) visualizer. Mrs. Tong looked around the class,
"Anyone?
"Bzzt."
"Mrs. Tong."
"Yes, you know an adaptation?" Mrs. Tong looked extremely glad. Finally someone volunteered an answer; she usually ended up answering herself. The perils of being a teacher.
"Bzzzt."
"It's the visualizer, Mrs. Tong."
"What? Repeat that again, Shu Ning."
"Bzzzzzzt. Snap. Crackle."
"The visualizer!"
"Bzzzzzzzzzzt."
"Visualizer? What visualizer?"
"Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt. Snap crackle. Boom." The lights go off.
"Oh."
Five minutes later.
It's Ms. Ng to the rescue! Drumroll
Ms. Ng leapt forwards with a maniacal look in her eyes, "Visualizer problem, is it?" Frantic nods.
Ms. Ng seemed satisfied with the response and launched herself upon the mess of wires on the classroom floor. After a gruelling five minutes of chucking wires here, pulling a plug there, she emerged, somewhat triumphantly, waving two identical wires like trophies. "I've got it!"
Then she fell, tripping over the wires, landing on her face. "Aiyah."
Ms. Ng got up, regained what was left of her dignity, and jammed the wires together.
"BOOM." Immediately, the classroom filled was with white smoke. And voices.
"Damn, what happened?"
"MS. NG!!!!!!!!" Sara shouted.
"Sorry lah. Must be technical problem lor, aiyoh." Ms. Ng replied.
"Die lah, Ms. Ng blew up the visualizer!"
"Dammit!"
"Oh shit!"
Someone censor this.
When the ominous smoke finally cleared, Ms. Ng found herself surrounded by shocked/ angry/ distraught/ worried/ WHATEVER Primary six students. She backed away slightly, "aiyoh, must be technical problem lor."
Shu Ning's voice broke the uncomfortable silence that followed. "Where are we?"
"Classroom lor, where else?" Mei Keen snapped, her eyes not leaving the math teacher.
"Classroom got trees and flowers meh?" Shu Ning shot back.
Everybody whirled around simultaneously. And their jaws dropped.
"Where are we?" Sara was the first to speak.
Shu Ning grinned triumphantly. "See? See? I told you,"
"Shaddap lah," Mei Keen reached over and whacked her on the head as she continued to stare apprehensively at the surroundings as though she expected Osama Bin Laden to pop out at any moment.
"Bzzt."
"Mrs. Tong."
"Yes, you know an adaptation?" Mrs. Tong looked extremely glad. Finally someone volunteered an answer; she usually ended up answering herself. The perils of being a teacher.
"Bzzzt."
"It's the visualizer, Mrs. Tong."
"What? Repeat that again, Shu Ning."
"Bzzzzzzt. Snap. Crackle."
"The visualizer!"
"Bzzzzzzzzzzt."
"Visualizer? What visualizer?"
"Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt. Snap crackle. Boom." The lights go off.
"Oh."
Five minutes later.
It's Ms. Ng to the rescue! Drumroll
Ms. Ng leapt forwards with a maniacal look in her eyes, "Visualizer problem, is it?" Frantic nods.
Ms. Ng seemed satisfied with the response and launched herself upon the mess of wires on the classroom floor. After a gruelling five minutes of chucking wires here, pulling a plug there, she emerged, somewhat triumphantly, waving two identical wires like trophies. "I've got it!"
Then she fell, tripping over the wires, landing on her face. "Aiyah."
Ms. Ng got up, regained what was left of her dignity, and jammed the wires together.
"BOOM." Immediately, the classroom filled was with white smoke. And voices.
"Damn, what happened?"
"MS. NG!!!!!!!!" Sara shouted.
"Sorry lah. Must be technical problem lor, aiyoh." Ms. Ng replied.
"Die lah, Ms. Ng blew up the visualizer!"
"Dammit!"
"Oh shit!"
Someone censor this.
When the ominous smoke finally cleared, Ms. Ng found herself surrounded by shocked/ angry/ distraught/ worried/ WHATEVER Primary six students. She backed away slightly, "aiyoh, must be technical problem lor."
Shu Ning's voice broke the uncomfortable silence that followed. "Where are we?"
"Classroom lor, where else?" Mei Keen snapped, her eyes not leaving the math teacher.
"Classroom got trees and flowers meh?" Shu Ning shot back.
Everybody whirled around simultaneously. And their jaws dropped.
"Where are we?" Sara was the first to speak.
Shu Ning grinned triumphantly. "See? See? I told you,"
"Shaddap lah," Mei Keen reached over and whacked her on the head as she continued to stare apprehensively at the surroundings as though she expected Osama Bin Laden to pop out at any moment.