29 February, a date you only see once in 4 years. Does it really mean that it's a lucky day? I doubt so this year. No offence to those who're only able to celebrate any occasions which can only be brought up every 4 years, but today started off we'll and became a complete disaster.
Morning was especially breezy as I just got my hair cut yesterday. I came across different reactions from different people; some felt that it looks cool on me, making me look more energetic and hyped up, others thought that I look like "a Auntie". My hair is awful.
Then I got back my Physics Common Test paper. It was up to my expectations.
The 2 Art periods were my free-periods as Miss Tan's away for Secondary 1 Cohort Camp. What's weird was that the school actually assigned a teacher to just 1 Art student. So I told the teacher to have his break in the staff room while I stay in the library to do my stuff. I wanted to complete my guides work (the Mother's Story and the article on a leader for public speaking). Request granted. He was glad he didn't have to watch me too. Since I would be in the library the 2 entire periods, he was kind enough to tell me that he would inform the second period re-leave teacher.
In the library, I was sitting among the Sec 1s and 2s who didn't go for the cohort camp. I went to the shelves and within 10 minutes, found an article from the book "Leaders of Singapore" on my all time role model, Mr Lee Kuan Yew (not that I want to be a polititian or whatsoever). So I took this huge, red, hard-cover book to the photocopy room. The 2 ladies there took about 15 minutes to handle that heavy book and print the 4 pages I needed. Back at the library, I complete the draft for my Mother's Story just when then bell for recess went. So I slot everything, my sketch book, article, Mother's Story, into my A2-sized, clear plastic art folder. I was really relief to have completed all that was needed to finish. I brought everything up to my desk and headed for recess.
Just before A-maths lecture, Mdm Halilah was chasing us all to the auditorium, so I grabbed everything that I would be bringing home and rushed out of the classroom. I put them down on the bench just outside the auditorium to pack properly for easy handling. Then off I hurried in to the auditorium. As I settled down, I realised that my art folder was not with me. I walked down the steps and wanted to sneak back to my class, but I saw Mdm Halilah at the entrance of the auditorium, so I just got back to my seat and thought of going back after the lecture. However, I was supposed to meet the other YC people for photo-taking at our gigantic banner, hence I forgot all about my folder and had a fun time taking pictures.
I called Isabel after seeing nobody in the canteen to mingle around with. She told me she was wiht Hwee Ling at Parkway Parade and wanted me to join her. Okay, I went there. When we needed to rush back, we unfortunately out of dumbness, took the wrong bus. Eventually we had to brisk-walk all the way back to school.
Hwee Ling wanted to take pictures just for remembrance that today was the Leap Day. She went to get her bag with Isabel, so I headed to the toilet first. Guess what? My period came -.- Nevermind for that. I had to change into half guides uniform with the ugly blue t-shirt, which made me look like a Filipino maid because of my new haircut. And I found out that the mud print on the back of my t-shirt wasn't properly washed off and it had been there since November?
The enthusiatic group of Sec 3s were late for fall-in for once, together. The company was pathetically small but cute with all the Sec 1s and 2s away. Punishment was very lenient; late-comers had to pump only 10 more. During the meeting time, the guides who had to do public speaking were told to prepare their articles. I realised that my folder was not with me. I was given permission to leave the meeting for a while to get the key to unlock the door of my classroom and look for what was needed.
I ran back and forth from the classroom block to the general office then to the classroom black and back to the canteen just to look for any servants who had that treasure key I was looking for. Got the key, opened the door, quite happy, but couldnt find my folder, then frustration aroused. I locked the room, returned the key and started running around the entire school to possible places where I could have left my folder: the bence outside the auditorium, the canteen where my bag was, General Office Loft and Found, asked the servants, nothing. I saw Kristal on the way. I just told her that I had lost my Art folder. Somehow, I didn't know why, I shedded 2 drops of tears. She asked me if I was okay. I jus wiped off my tears and continued running and searching.
After about 30minutes, I gave up and went back to the meeting area. They were like, "Chiawmin's back!" I looked at everyone, including Mrs Yap and Mdm Azlyn, and I spoke my mind," Sorry Mrs Yap, I lost my art folder. Can I have my public speaking next week? My Mother's Story is in the folder as well. I can't give it to you now." Everyone was stunned and I could feel that they were worrying for me. I wanted to take a seat to calm myself down. Mrs Yap asked," Do you want to go and look for your folder? Because I know it's important to you. It's okay, you can have more time to look for it." I was already half-way to giving up. "Do you want to check all the big bins which are big enough to fit your folder, 'cause ther's a possibility that it may be in one of them." I stared at her blankly, then dashed out of the room. From one bin to another, they were getting more empty. Think about it, by that time of the day, most of them should be cleared as they wouldn't want to attract pests over the weekends, right? I headed back, and they stared at me, hoping for some good news. I shook my head. Erika asked if I'd check the Art Studio, but I told her the 2 studios were not opened that entire day. Mrs Yap said that people could have just left the folder there seeing that it should belong to the Art department. Without a word, I dashed out again. I seriously gave up no matter how Yuyi wanted to accompany me to go and look for it.
I had ran for about 1 hour, non-stop, all sweaty and filled with frustration and anger and the complete loser feeling seemed so real. For everytime when I try to do my best, the results would show that the efforts put in were all nothing but a pile of waste (s**t).
So is that what Lucky Leap really means?
11:07 pm;
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littlest of the Pang Family
people call me ChiawMIN or ZhaoMIN
was from Maha Bodhi School