The Crowd with the Wonders

                This morning, as I shut my alarm one more time after the other six attempts half an hour ago, I finally dragged myself to the bathroom as I used my secret weapon- icy cold water to freeze my face from falling back to sleep. I was numb at the moment, yet I said to myself, hey, I could write this in my column.

                School was different because for the first time in my life, I was excited. I was glad that it will my last ‘first’ day of school. I can’t stop myself from screaming ‘One more year!’ inside my head like Bellatrix Lestrange mock the rest with her epic line, ‘I killed Sirius Black!’. So I wondered, if I write this in my column, will it be any interesting?

                I slowly led myself to the beach hall where are the students, new or old, were waiting for the next instructions from Yao. I went to the parents and informed them to follow the big crowd to the English Garden after their children were in line. I thought my impression was great to the adults until I found two paper cups lying on the bench. I took the cups up, failed to find a dustbin then left them at the same spot. I saw frowns and disapprovals that I was sure I had to clarify myself here.

                Today, I did something I knew I would never have done the year before: I voted for the girl I dislike most in class for a position I thought she will suck at. She was alright in Form One but I was glad I never met her in class anymore for two years. Last year was dreadful whenever I had to sit with her for Chemistry. It wasn’t just the annoying tone in her high-low voice, the fact that she always answered questions by using the book in her hands every single lesson may have contributed to her irritating rate towards the class but the one I loathe her most, is every single inch I see of her from top to bottom, who bothers going inside out?

                As this year’s start of something new, I decided to do something that I wouldn’t, but I should. So when it was time to vote, I held my hand high but she didn’t get the job as she only had seven votes. So, I thought, if the small part of my never change, when will it ever do?

                Yet, from a small incident I released my temper on Doctor Master and Wendy, I immediately regretted because who was I to judge and help them decide? But I wanted them to know, the only competition you should have and the only one you should care is between you and yourself. Who cares if Belinda had a lesson more of Physics than you? Because in the end, after this phase, the only one who will be looking at the results are yourself.

                During the rain after school, and due to the guards who caused the massive jam, I wonder for the third time, what is the use of them to take care of traffic, rules and instructions or even traffic police to control the situation when none of us cooperate, compromise and even set up a plan to work together. How are things able to work out when they are a thing combined with others without the screws and equipments?

                Sometimes, I think my bathroom is a spiritual corner with God’s blessings. Nicole found her passion for Jewelery one day while bathing and today, I had a thought. How long more for the little incidents that I could insert will fade away? How long more will I have the time to type and think of what to say? How long more until I decided to give up?

                And when will be the last of everything until something new comes around?