1st day of school, and I had get to School by 6am! For the PDS performance which I am not in! (Well, I am in the reserve.) I was supposed to wake up at 5:45, but due to my subconscious "Uh huh, uh huh." She woke me up at 6, yes 6 A M, oh ****ing yes. Urhhh, at least my Mother (Bless her.) gave me money to take the Cab and I am earlier (Less late) than Bhalaji (Whoops! I forgot, I was supposed to go to School with him and meet at 5:45 to 6:00.). But we (The reserve.) did almost nothing but train with (Imaginary) rifles and sit by the side during the performance (I will talk about it later.) Before my(Maybe new) Classmates asked me, "why didn't you perform" or,"I did not manage to see you perform?"
And about the performance, it was marvellous, just as the performance started, the music started right before the squad marched out, the music was turned off but it was too late, to stop then would be STUPID in my opinion. Strangely, it seemed to allow the performance to take centrestage and they've got applause after applause, marvellous. After that, the NCC's turn to perform, did not get as much applause as ours, it was still a great performance though...
After that we went to our classrooms, I had to ask Ms Ezfarina for directions, and I was greeted by the sight of an almost alien crowd (Well some of my classmates and people I know were there...). We then met our Form Teacher (Miss Ang), and guess what, I had to sit with See Cheng....ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Well at least his attitude has changed...) After some (boring) ice-breakers, we had a later recess (I came from a better world then...), we met some of our old classmates, good times...good times... Before a CCA talk that almost broke my back because we had to sit down on the floor for so damned long! Some admin stuff back in the classroom before going home, well almost, I looked at my NPCC friends at the Sec 1 camp, it was a bittersweet moment, at least I did not miss out on the 1st day of school, but this was the Camp in which I volunteered to go 1st (After Nabil.), but ironically, fate made me the first unlucky one to be asked to be effing written off (I had to say yes.) because there was a miscalculation on the spaces available, how fucking ironic!
After that there is about nothing much to say anyway, got to go spill out the rest of my profanities down the loo.
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