Thursday, January 17, 2008 . 9:09 PM
Today we had a fire drill exercise. I think that all schools had it. I was a little annoyed by the fact that it was the last period of the day and the drill would make me late, in a sense. Also last year when the OM announced a fire in the canteen at least we heard a explosion and since my class was near the canteen we could see smoke and flames. This year's exercise had no hint of releasticy around it. I sat in the the new artificial turf school field and plucked out the black grains of rubber which acted like soil and I threw them against my friend's shirt, complaning about the boringness of it all.
The exercise reminded me of fire drills in my primary school. Once the venue for the assembly area was the school field. We laughed all the way there- not serious at all- and sat down to chat. I begun playing with the sand at my feet. I competed with my ex- classmate to see who could gather the most sand. I did and he lost interest and ignored me. I grouped the two piles together, taking sand from the bottom and pouring it on the top. In the end it looked like a minature mountain.
At last, after about ten minutes of sitting on the hot field, the teachers began to dismiss us class by class. When it was my class's turn I stood up stiffly and kicked the pile of sand. It blew away with the wind.
Also, somehow all school have a few ghost stories or the other. Victoria has stories of ghosts in the hostel and throughout the school; my primary school had a resident ghost in the third floor. At PE one time my classmate exclaimed and pointed at the window. 'I saw the skeleton in the lab moving!' she said. I turned back and saw it too. Another blink, and there was no shadow anymore. It seemed as though the thing had not survived the rebuilding of the school; no more sightings any more.
The exercise reminded me of fire drills in my primary school. Once the venue for the assembly area was the school field. We laughed all the way there- not serious at all- and sat down to chat. I begun playing with the sand at my feet. I competed with my ex- classmate to see who could gather the most sand. I did and he lost interest and ignored me. I grouped the two piles together, taking sand from the bottom and pouring it on the top. In the end it looked like a minature mountain.
At last, after about ten minutes of sitting on the hot field, the teachers began to dismiss us class by class. When it was my class's turn I stood up stiffly and kicked the pile of sand. It blew away with the wind.
Also, somehow all school have a few ghost stories or the other. Victoria has stories of ghosts in the hostel and throughout the school; my primary school had a resident ghost in the third floor. At PE one time my classmate exclaimed and pointed at the window. 'I saw the skeleton in the lab moving!' she said. I turned back and saw it too. Another blink, and there was no shadow anymore. It seemed as though the thing had not survived the rebuilding of the school; no more sightings any more.
