Work, Eat

What could be more boring than gotong-royong? What's the point of having gotong-royong? To clean the school so that it could be sparkling clean, even though everybody knows the cleanliness would never last. Or just simply to follow the rules given, so that troubles could be avoided. Or it is just one of the ways our school tries to create friendliness amongst students and teachers?

Who cares?

Gotong-royong was simply a waste of time. It took us about an hour to clean IT3, and then we spent the next few hours doing nothing. Some of my friends were cleaning the classroom, and it was amazing how "clean" the classroom became, but it wasn't unusual because it was, in fact, matter-of-factly, the normal outcome always observed.

The classroom needed to be mopped. Of all the ideas they could think of, they decided to go tradisional--cleaning the floor with a wet cloth. It did look fun, but it was not sensible to do it because they were inexperienced. So they went on frolicking and shame on ZJ because he fell. Haha. That was a sight to behold.

ZJ fell twice. Once because he slipped due to the watery surface, and the second time he tried to glide but unsuccessful and Raymond was knocked down. They both fell with ZJ on the floor and Raymond on top of him. The latter fall was more breathtaking and sidesplitting.

4S2 was worse. They decided to have a game. They wet all the cloths they found and decided to throw it to their enemies. Their creativeness attracted a multitude of people to watch. They were generous not to ask for money, and they were too lucky because teachers were ignorant about them.

After that we rearranged the tables and the curtains were put on. Then teachers began to enter our class and distribute papers. I'll talk about my papers later.

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Mr. CMC is going to retire sometime around August. As he is our teacher advisor for our society, we decided to throw a party and treasure the time we are together. The party was held on Wednesday's afternoon.

On Tuesday we stumbled upon difficulties, but the difficulties had been overcome (proudly, by me). On Wednesday we went to collect our KFC. I felt happy the lady in the shop still recognise me, it did make my job easier. We ordered 4 Barrel (84 chickens) and only 3 were left.

All members were invited to feast on. Some were ravenous but some were not. Whatever it was they all binged on the delicacies. Eating was definitely enjoyable, but spending money was a hell lot of pain. Drinks were served and almost all were drunk.

After the meal only 3 chickens were left (which were horrifying because they were only 30+ members). CMC brought the chickens home and the chilli sauce were given to those who wanted it.

After the meal I saw the scouts were throwing mudball into the river. I joined them and threw some. I loved throwing. It made you feel less depressed and I felt better, but not my stomach as it was still expanded after I starved few chickens down.

The happiness ended later. Story ends.