The feeling comes back. The feeling of an injustice done to me.

I wonder if perhaps I should switch class for the next half a year.
Nothing is impossible.
After all, how did I end up where I am now?

But if I do send in the letter and my request is granted, will I regret?

Maybe I am in my class for a reason. Maybe just to be there for a handful of people who need me. Maybe I do have a purpose in there. But the feeling still comes back sometimes. Sigh.

The grass is always greener on the other side.

On a happier note, teaching dad to play the Satu Malaysia theme song is so much fun.

Sejarah tomorrow. Sigh.

In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.
Proverbs 3:6