On the 26th of June, the school was crowded with students, teachers, parents because it was a combination of 2 events, Co-curriculum Day and Parents-Teachers' Day. Every club will be "working" to pump up their club budget while every parents will get to know the "skulls in their children's closet" or the best behavior anyone has seen.
My friends and I was managing the ping pong club stall. Earlier, we had planned to sell pudding, cake, herbal eggs and sweet corn. I did not join in the early preparations like shopping for the ingredients, making the food and the banner for our stall. We went to school at 6:45am and set up the stall. After that, we didn't wait for the customers first, we pulled our friends to "support" our stall, it's kinda of a tradition started by our alumni when you're afraid no one's going to buy your stuff.
When my father came at 8:00am, my brother and I went to meet him and we decided to go to his class first. My father paid the school fees and out came the report card. The teacher gave a few comments saying that improvements have been made, but much more is needed for the upcoming government exam. I gotta say, thank goodness that was quicker than I thought.
Of course, next in line is me. We went to the art studio as my classroom was made into a maze by the geography club. When we stepped in, I saw my Chinese teacher and Malay teacher (both are the form teachers of my class) and felt a bit uneasy. I hadn't done well in my Chinese or Malay paper and was wondering what were they going to tell my father. We took a number and waited for our turn. I was starting to feel shaky, which always happens during these days, afraid that my father was going to receive comments that were never said about me.
It was my turn, my father and I sat down. After the payments were settled, the teacher took out my report card, passing it to my father. He looked at it and said a few about the B and C. The teacher said the same thing every last form teacher told my father, "she's quiet in class, sometimes too quiet." Usually my father will encourage me to socialize more with my classmate but this time, he didn't. I was quite surprise when he said that I was quiet because I had no topic to have a conversation, I guess I've been talking a bit too much in front of him......
When we came out, he went back to work and I went back to the stall. There weren't many people so we decided to take a carton of pudding and walk around the school blocks, hoping more will come up to buy the pudding. We had to carry the carton around 3 blocks and up to three storeys high. Well, I gotta say my friends have some stamina, they went out at least 3 times.
When the day ended, we did finish selling all the food. We discuss a bit about the sale for next day and went home with aching feet.
On the next day, we prepared only the sweet corn, pudding and herbal eggs, cakes were a bit tough to sell so we didn't prepare any. There was an assembly, the national anthem was sang, speeches were given as the discipline teachers check on the students managing the stalls. This was done to prevent any other students from sneaking out of class (Students still need to stay in class even though there's a carnival). There weren't many students and nothing much special happened. When we have sold out the food, we tidy up and check out the games.
We tried out the maze. We paid RM1.00 for each person. We saw 2 of our friends went in, one of them promised she would never scream or shout, but...... she screamed 3 times and finally finished the maze in 10 minutes. The 3 of us went in, I thought we should still get to see a bit, but when they closed the door, it was pitch black, really, you can't even see your own partner's hand. We had planned to hold each others hand but there was a rule, "ghost" was attacking us by messing up our hair, grabbing our arms and feet, splitting us up while we tried to get out of the maze. They also have torch lights that will be flashed in front of us, making us blind once again when we finally can see a bit in the dark. It was quite funny when I thought back, we were pulling each other's hand, one left, one right, thinking that the right way was just in front of us. Only until we were turning in circles when we found out we were being set up, the "ghost" had covered up the path without us knowing. We got out of the maze with a messed up hairdo, but at least we had hold each others hands without being separated.
We needed to wait until 1:00pm to go home, well, it's still a school day. It was fun, but under the burning sun for two days made my sensitive skin a landscape of pimples, which really itches! (It'll heal in a few days, at least...?)
