Curiosity has snared your mind. You search the messed up study for more clues about the owner, while keeping the bloodstained book you found under your arm. You give up, knowing you have searched everywhere and leave the study to search other parts of this drafty apartment. Looking at a pot of wilted plants, your sharp eyes notice an irregularity in the soil. Plunging your fingers into the soil and feeling around, your fingers feel the plastic of a PAGE. Triumphant, you plug it into the holographic playback device which was disguised as an innocent book, albeit a book that was stained with presumably the owner's blood.

March 19

Today started off pretty normal. except the H1 Math students had extended lessons and hence no break. I was lucky to be in H1 chemistry class although i'm bored out of my brains there as the topics covered were the same as in the first month.

Funny thing is for PW ( Project Work), we talked about the other task, research the journey undertaken by people which improved themselves and think of ways to replicate the same experiences for teens to learn from.

I thought of Jane Goodall, a woman who went to the forest, lived with chimps, studied their lives.
I thought, let's throw an unlucky guy into a room full of monkeys. But there's no essential learning points from studying monkeys. I mean what can they do?
[A monkey walked up to the author, handed him a stack of papers entitled, 'Complete works of Shakespeare. The monkey went to a room with a million typewriters and a million monkeys jumping on it]

Maybe I stand corrected.

N.C