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Today my father drove me to school for band. When I reached there, the school was quite empty. Once I walked out of the car, my glasses was all cloudy with tiny water droplets which made me unable to see for awhile. But I could hear someone calling me though so I walked towards them. I figured out that they were asking me to take my temperature so I took it. Lols. When I finished taking it, I wrote it down on a piece of paper. Then, I sat in a corner waiting for the rest to come. Joey came next and I asked her to take her temperature. Then she gave it to the senior and we waited for Xin Hui to come. Xin Hui came and took her temperature. She said that it was very troublesome and she don't like to take temperature. (Or something like that.) Me too! But it was worst then sars. At least Sars don't need to take temperature until like that. Or maybe Secondary School was more "kan chiong". Lols. We waited for awhile but Jia Qing never came. Then the DM (Drum Major, not Discipline Master.) called us to go up to the band room, put our bags, take out our instruments and be at the carpark in 10 minutes. We rushed like mad but in the end, the 3 of us were the last few to go down. Along with the DM and a band senior.We did the DRILLS. Changed into construction outfits and DRILL down the school until it was dust. (AS IF LA! XD) So the DRILLS was marching. We had to learn how to march and the DM was really strict. He kept on asking us to repeat and repeat. T_T We just learned leh, of course must get used to it first lah! Then do not good must do pumping. I then realised that this was REAL torture. But it was only the beginning of our torture! There are more to come! XP Anyway, girls can use the knees to do pushups but the floor was very rough and my knees and palms were hurting! Plus, I got some bites from the stupid ants on the floor. Oi! Be grateful you're not me hor! LOOK WHERE YOU'RE BITING! >=( Then very itchy and painful and I feel like scratching it but I scared later I land the band in trouble so I "ren" until I going crazy. Jia Qing came late. She came in the middle of the marching and the DM looked at her like very fierce like that. But luckily never scold her. After all that marching, they give us a few seconds to go up and the DM shouted like mad. He must be really angry with us. He kept on shouting "RUN! Run!" As if a monster was chasing us. Be thankful if he doesn't lose his voice! (Lol, don't mean to curse him. No offence. =D)When we went up, we started practicing and luckily Mr Ng never scold us today. I don't know when his scoldings will come back. Anytime one man! After band, we were the last to put away our stands and all those and the DM look at us like he very angry. It seems that Mr Ng went into his body. 0_0 Lol, just joking. He kept on rushing us. Ps lah...We already trying our best okay! ^^ Then we rushed to fall in. After falling in, the senior lent me the score and I decided to bring home my clarinet. Just hope I won't forget to bring it back when the school reopens. Its the first time I've ever brought home my clarinet! But I scared get scolded so just bring home practice lor...HOPEFULLY I WILL REMEMBER TO BRING IT BACK ON WED OR TUES! ^^" Actually I don't want to bring one caz Wednesday the bag very heavy man! Later my arm break ah! Now I'm getting scared. Must write down somewhere to remind me...Wishing upon a star...
Wishing Upon a Star...
♪ My Professional File ♪
Name: Sylvia
Age: 13 (Secondary 1)
School: I hate school (I'm too genius)
Birthday: Everyday
Location: Dreamland
Rocketed: January 4
Motto: To die is to fly
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