an boring average day begins...
(not ij people you can spare yourself the agony by not reading)

walking in by the backgate, you are immediately greeted by prefects in their pristine uniforms barking at you to run to the field before assembly starts.

you do the most likely - ignore them or at best walk a little faster than your snail-pace to show your urgency. then there's times when you'll run in spurts, due to constant reminders from your cerebrum how foolish you look running in your pinafore with your bag and yet you don't want to be standing like a goon on the track. reminds you of the countless pe lessons - running around the gravel gray track.

so you finally reach the field where your shoes enjoy a mini version of a mudbath due to the countless soles having passed the grass patch.

a loud voice shouts the command: 'schola sediyaah!' and everyone hurriedly stands at sleepy attention, hearing the national anthem blasting louder than the only ones singing - the choir and teachers.

first lesson of the day - english/ math/ science/ humans/ chinese
probably spent passing little notes to each other or waiting to put that potato chip into your mouth when ms/mrs/mr so-and-so isn't looking.

who can forget the after-every-period toilet-breaks, the toilet being the 'gossip hq' and 'gathering corner'. never mind the stench (if there's any), something draws you there almost after every period, everyday you attend school.

you begin doozing off after a while to get awakened by the wonderful 'tune' which signals the end of lesson and it's break time! you rush down to the canteen to queue at the red/ green/ purple/ etc stall. or if you're a tad bit too slow, you'll just cut somebody's queue, obviously watching out for those stupid prefects. you sit with your usual friends, gossiping about the daily matters like it's your job...

the canteen break ends with a loud 'gong' sound - the stupid bell. students shuffle their feet and assemble in front of our very own ij co-op. you continue your conversation with so-and-so, like the others you're chattering at your normal voice, contributing to the 100 decibel noise level. 'our father...' and everyone quietens down only to continue their conversation after the prayer has ended. you notice a colourful fat floating/ walking piece of lard coming down the stairs, you immediately do the obvious - tighten your belt, making sure your belt is stomach hugging, choking the food being processed in it. sure you look stupid, but everyone does, no one wants the dm to come after you...

(to be continued)