So school started again. At first, I really wasn’t looking forward to it. I mean like who would? As a student, you had to wake-up early, and for that matter, I had to wake up at around 6 every week day except for Thursday when school started an hour later. After waking up, I had to do my stuff, and go down by 6.25am, and then start my 600-700m walk to the MRT. Guess this is part of my daily exercise.XD I actually time myself whenever I walk along that route and I have actually somehow improved my timing. Last year, I needed around 15 minutes to completely cover the distance and so I had to wake up a little earlier. Wait, actually not a little. 5 minutes is really a LOT. I could have used those precious minutes laying down in bed, actually having some deserved rest. Argh, but now I cover the same distance in about 10 minutes. So I reach the MRT at about 6.35am. Most of the time, when I reach the MRT station at about this time, the signboard would say that the train was either a minute away or had arrived. I would then join all the other commuters ‘chionging’* to the train, trying to get onto it before it departs. And most of the time I make it just in time. The SMRT staff who control the train’s movement really deserve credit for this. If not for them, I would have had to wait for the next train. But sometimes, I don’t make it in time, and just as I am about to reach the last flight of steps, the train abandons me and I start scolding myself. I mean like the train was only a few seconds away and couldn’t my legs have carried me down the steps just a little faster? And then after about ten minutes on the train, I would have to catch a bus to school and walk up a few flights of steps to finally reach my class. Tiring, isn’t it? And I even would have to skip my breakfast in the morning, just for school. At first, on Tuesday, I really missed the holidays, those days when I could wake up at around 9am and not have to start getting ready for school. Those days, where, I could just lay in bed whenever I wanted and be transported to the plea of my dreams.JKJK But Tuesday on the whole, wasn’t that bad, we had two one-hour breaks and we ended quite early at 2pm.
After school were the exco interviews. They were daunting at first as we had to play a selected piece with just ten minutes of preparation time, and considering the fact that some of us weren’t actually that skillful when it came to playing the guitar, ten minutes was actually quite short. However, miraculously, I managed to practice the whole song before the interviews and familiarized myself a little with it. The senior that was supervising kept telling me that I looked nervous and that I should just relax. After a while, the teachers started arriving at the Music Room, where the interview was supposed to be held and I really felt scared. Honestly, I thought that my guitar playing wouldn’t be good enough for the teachers’ liking and I started practicing harder. Why had I come there? To get the exco position. And I wasn’t going to back out there, at that moment.
After a while, I entered the room for my interview. To be honest, I was really afraid that I would not be able to give the interviewers satisfactory answers. But in the end, I just did my best and was satisfied with myself. The interviewers really cared about the CCA as a whole and their dedication to the CCA really impressed me. I wanted to be like one of them. Outside, I saw Glynis practicing and wished her well.(It was her turn after mine.) I hope she did well in her interview. Then we would be the only JH2s in the exco!! Maybe, we’ll get the positions of the IDO and the FAC. We’ll see what happens!:)
*’chionging’ refers to rushing.
See you in the next blog post!!:) Maybe I should do two next week with one being about life and the other about Liverpool Football Club.
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