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Monday, June 11, 2007 9:56 pm

me.

I must be aging too quickly for my own good. Otherwise, I think I am just rather too interested in the past. I couldn't sleep last night- no prizes for the right guess- so I ended up toying with different ideas here and there. Since I'm a student who is anti- MS**, I kind of started my pelleting of insults there.
So I decided to do a crude sort of linkage. I was talking about my hair in the previous post; about how curly and unmanageable it is. (Pantene should ask me to be their spokesman) . And then, the thing hit me. I was wondering, how do the teachers look like in the 70's?
Unfortunately, although I can obtain the pictures of our dearest teachers, I am not able to post them here. Why? Because there is this itsy bitsy rule in the Marist Companion- stupid name- that says no inflammatory remarks can be made on fellow students and teachers. Hence, to save me the troublesome trip down to that person's office, I will play it safe and not post the pictures here.
Let me start. Extreme Makeover: 70's edition.

Our beloved Physics teacher. I think I know why he kept that run-down Starlet for such a blooming long time already. If you have watched any of the Austin Powers' movie, you will notice that people in that era adored mini cars. There are mini skirts- rather rubbery looking though-, mini vans- see Scooby- Doo and of course. Who could forget the Volkswagon Beetle or the Mini Cooper? Now, how did it boil down to our Physics teacher? The only reason I could think of was that he was not that financially able to afford a pose ride like the Beetle or maybe he had foresight. The 70's era was bound to end some time. Now now, don't you go mocking him for being a cheapskate.
Now. The styling part. I admit it. I am a dumbo when it comes to the 70's era. All I know is people wore banged trousers, had curly long hair, wore very funky glasses, drove muscle cars or mini cars and partied to John Travolta's Saturday Night Live. I wonder how he looked like.
Imagine curly, wavy, longy hair on his frame. Big bang glasses. Add a mole as well. What do you get? Phua Chu Kang. Yes. He must have looked like that.

P.S I'm only going to talk about 2 teachers because I believe that the rest aren't that old.

Next. Our Geography teacher. I am not too sure about this but I reckon she lived through the 70's as a hippe. Yup. But I find it hard to picture her. So, I'm stopping here. I don't want to get into any trouble. =)

this used to be a funhouse. But now it’s full of evil clowns.