Fag Raising
So. The first flag raising I have ever done had to happen on the day where the air con died. Post death actually, rigor mortis has set into it, where you can no longer adjust the temperature, and the lessons seem to draw nearer. Ill never understand why we have increasing loads of work even as the exam draws near.. Anyway. On to flag raising.
So you thought flag raising was easy. Well, actually it is. But if you were close enough to see Dr Ong's shaving mishap (well, not really), you should feel somewhat disturbed. With Bongard standing there with a grim grin, and my shirt boardering on the untuck, and socks which seemingly seem to descend to the depths of my shoes, demerit points just seemed a few footsteps away. But thats not the main problem. The problem is how a betting syndicate somehow pops up in your class, and the odds against you are what, 8 to 4.Heh. Somethink like that anyway. So now, feeling like a horse which ate too much horse radish, I twitched my leg repeatedly (you would too if you stood for 15 minutes with one leg on the incline and the other on the decline. uh. Syncline. Uh. Ya.) , and by harnassing the power of the garden gnomes in the school garden, the flag slowly creeped up the flag pole with the help of your friendly garden gnomelings. The movement up was inconsistent, probably due to my twitching leg and the heat of the area. Lucky for me, mosquitoes were as attracted to me as they would be to cream cheese. (I dont think mosquitoes like cream cheese. Do they? If they did I could arrange some sort of cheese event, considering that we're all cheesy people.) So I wasnt that bad off. Thank God for breeze and short assemblys. However, I managed to pass the time staring at the pink flowered bush. Not so much the bush, but the pink flowers. Heh. I bet they were put there for this exact purpose. Except they interchange the colours according to the flag raiser. Heh. It's sad how Dr Ong never thanked Sjab, but there was no obvious need, considering that we all saw how leet it was. I mean, my flag stayed up throughout school. Now thats an achievement.
In the words of some famous guy: "A zipper is like a flag. When it's at half mast, people start noticing something wrong."
So you thought flag raising was easy. Well, actually it is. But if you were close enough to see Dr Ong's shaving mishap (well, not really), you should feel somewhat disturbed. With Bongard standing there with a grim grin, and my shirt boardering on the untuck, and socks which seemingly seem to descend to the depths of my shoes, demerit points just seemed a few footsteps away. But thats not the main problem. The problem is how a betting syndicate somehow pops up in your class, and the odds against you are what, 8 to 4.Heh. Somethink like that anyway. So now, feeling like a horse which ate too much horse radish, I twitched my leg repeatedly (you would too if you stood for 15 minutes with one leg on the incline and the other on the decline. uh. Syncline. Uh. Ya.) , and by harnassing the power of the garden gnomes in the school garden, the flag slowly creeped up the flag pole with the help of your friendly garden gnomelings. The movement up was inconsistent, probably due to my twitching leg and the heat of the area. Lucky for me, mosquitoes were as attracted to me as they would be to cream cheese. (I dont think mosquitoes like cream cheese. Do they? If they did I could arrange some sort of cheese event, considering that we're all cheesy people.) So I wasnt that bad off. Thank God for breeze and short assemblys. However, I managed to pass the time staring at the pink flowered bush. Not so much the bush, but the pink flowers. Heh. I bet they were put there for this exact purpose. Except they interchange the colours according to the flag raiser. Heh. It's sad how Dr Ong never thanked Sjab, but there was no obvious need, considering that we all saw how leet it was. I mean, my flag stayed up throughout school. Now thats an achievement.
In the words of some famous guy: "A zipper is like a flag. When it's at half mast, people start noticing something wrong."
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