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Road Run Fun
The annual NHHS road run was a total washout. The heavens that had stopped crying decided its recess was over at 7.30 am and continued with its deluge of pent up emotions. Of all the days in the week, it had to be today. Well, it's good that the precious drops of heaven sent sky juice managed to quench the thirst of all the trees and plants that were on the threshold of death but of all days, why today?I guess there were good points and bad points to the unexpected rain. The good thing was that the students were dismissed from the park and were allowed to go 'home' immediately. I think it's a good way to allow the students to bond as a class because usually most classes don't get a chance to 'bond in the rain'. My heart perked up when I heard that the discipline master was dismissing the students but the next line made the rain clouds even darker. 'Teachers please proceed back to school'. All hopes of going out with the interns were dashed. We had already started thinking of places which we could go to, thinking of carrying on with our picnic in the rain but no, we were issued a royal decree that sent all our hopes down the drain. I EVEN BROUGHT AN EXTRA BIG UMBRELLA SO THAT WE COULD PICNIC EVEN IF IT WAS RAINING, BUT.... we had to return to school.
Guess what. Since we didn't have anything to do/mark, we ended up playing UNO in the staff room, followed by Cluedo, followed by in between and then poker using Uno cards. Our 'money' was pistachio nuts one of my fellow interns brought and just to make it feel like we were having a picnic, we opened the windows of our room (of course we closed them since it got too hot) and laid out a picnic mat. The things we do...
I hate the feeling after the rain. The humidity in the air just plasters a layer of sweat to your skin. To top things off, the lack of a breeze makes you sweat even more and the vicious cycle repeats itself. It's like being stuck in a cloud of humidity as you walk along the streets and your body just craves for air-con. The haze, dust particles and smoke particles remain lingering in the air, attacking your hair, clothes and when you reach home you smell like you came back from burning trees in Sumatra. Oh goodness, what is the world coming to?
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