The day began unspectacularly, as always. The door of the iron prison on wheels hissed lazily and struggled, in jerks and stops, to open itself. The 10 "dead" people on board slowly stirred reluctantly back to life as the bus driver strode through the aisle, nudging those in their dreamland up, while the others dragged their feet, going down the bus. Obviously, I was one of those that who were in their dreamland, given my reputation as the "sleeping-buddha", as I had the ability to shut down at any point of time. Awaken, I trudged down the bus.
Standing at the school entrance, I made my way to the classroom. Along the way, yawns were heard and faces of jadedness were seen. Personally, I feel that teachers are also having the same feeling as us, having to go in to the same old boring place every single day. Now, stepping into classroom, I slumber into my chair. The common sight of classmates slouching their backs, putting in their effort, trying not to sleep. There would always be a particular bunch of classmates that would spend the few minutes of resting time to copy homework.
(Me sleeping in the classroom)
Closing my eyes, taking in deep, long breaths, I was then on my way to my wonderland. Sadly, happy things never last long. My worst nightmare, the prefect. Stepping into class, he makes a huge fuss and turns off the light, forcing us to go for assembly. I would be slouching, until the prefect comes and nudge me. Grabbing a random book from my bag, I would involuntarily stand up and make my way to the parade square, with my eyes half open.
(My school parade square)
Reaching the parade square, the silent reading commences. My feelings would be the same as the weather, dark and cloudy. The word to describe this daily ritual would be --boring. Roughly 1440 students sitting on the ground, fixing their eyes on the book. For me, I would use that chance to have a good rest and enjoy the tranquility that prevailed at this moment. Soon after, the prefect would request us to put away our books and be at attention for the national anthem to begin. Afterwards, my friend, Joel Fun, accompanied with 2 other victorians, would go on stage and lead the school for the national anthem. Personally, I doubt his vocals. Nothing was heard when he was on stage! I think I could sing better then him.
After the flag raising ceremony ended, we would finally get sit on the floor. Various announcements would then be announced, some of which were good, and some were bad. Mr Chia would start rattling, praising certain victorian or punishing certain mischevious fellows.
Not long afterthat, Mr Marian would go on stage and command us to go in the different directions to return to the class. This is when the starting of class commences... ...
