Today, I reached school at about 7:05 a.m. I dashed to find my junior, Tatt to ask for his favour to find one more member for marching. Then, I went on for duty at the Form 6 block. "Bad news!" Tatt said when I returned to my class. Three fellows were going to withdraw themselves from marching. I stormed to their classes and asked them out for a talk. I talked to them in an angry tone, urging them for reasons. I rejected all their silly excuses and everything was done. "Sometimes, we just have to act a bit strict." That's what I think. Mr. Yeoh told me that the school will be busy this Friday and our St'John day may be postponed. I sent two letters weeks ago not to hear that!
"Ring......" the school bell rang. The first period was Additional Mathematics. I planned to finish my Chemistry study at those two periods because there would be a Chemistry test then. Suddenly, Cikgu Osman stepped into my class and summoned me to have a talk on the marching stuff for our school's 100 anniversary. Oh, I haven't prepared the name list yet! Then, he just asked me to leave it on his table after I got the list done. After a moment, our head prefect walked into the class and said: "Let's go to bilik pengawas for a meeting." I handed up the list to Cikgu Osman. Accomplishing this mission, I headed for bilik pengawas. The prefects were discussing about the prefects' exhibition. I couldn't focus on their topic because I had to prepare another list for Cikgu Ku Azizan. I was assigned to find the biodata of some former head prefects for the exhibition with a few other friends. We went to Cikgu Sheridin's room to use the internet service to check for information. That thing worked damn slow and I was getting more and more frustrated. We spent hours there but got nothing. I no longer had time to revise my Chemistry.
It's recess. I had to go up Form 6 block to carry out the ultimate task. I entered a class, switched off the lamps and fans, and requested the students to stay outside the class. A few followed my order but one Malay continued eating. Maybe I was quite frustrated at that time, I said "I'll give you one minute", then I started counting. He raised his voice, saying that he would be out in a moment and it's unnecessary to rush him. Then, I "shot" him back, saying that he's the one breaking the law! Bla bla bla... I just ignored him and went for the second class. I did the same thing, maybe I spoke rudely. Before I climbed up the stairs to the third floor, I heard someone calling me. I turned and asked what was he trying to say. The student replied, "You are so rude! You can't treat seniors like that! If you ask us out nicely, we will surely cooperate with you"." You don't pay any respect to us!" followed by the former who was eating just now. I can't do anything so I said, "If I demand you all out nicely, will you cooperate?" They promised. So, I apologised only to make them satisfied for "winning" a prefect. I was still very angry and emotional at that time.
Then, the recess was over. After Sejarah lesson, it's time for the test. The test was quite tough because I didn't finish revising. Test was done, and I'm done! I did so badly, believe me, I know it. Cikgu Ku Azizan then asked for another meeting. He demanded us to help him this, help him that. It's a lot of work, uneasy work! Sweating profusely, I sat at my own seat, calming down. Something wasn't settled yet. I went to find Tatt again. More bad news came. Someone wished to change from the marching group to other group. I won't care anymore and just tell him that nothing can be done already.
It had been a busy and uneasy day for me. Hopfully tomorrow will be better!
5 comments:
what a uneasy day.....
kesian....
see, ask you don't be a prefect and the setiausaha of st.john already....
(jangan peduli apa yang saya cakap, saya sedang "酸")
apa boleh buat
我才知道你这样忙的loh.....对你有新的评价了.......
以后(尽量)对pengawas有礼貌一点。
0o0 原来 pengawas 是这样的。
hey, I got some problem here....
I can't find anyone to sell things on 26,27, and 28 July....
It's because of CKJ,everyone Boycott Kelab Ping Pong... :(
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