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Academic Day In School

Academic Day. The one day where either you as a student will dread, or love. Depends on your examination results and your overall performance in school...

It's a day where most parents take their time off to pay a visit to teachers responsible for that result of yours. Discussing how and why you failed... Civics ? Hmm, now I'm intrigued.

My parents didn't go as its the 21st century and everything requires more money than usual. So they were at work and couldn't care less to come. But as a prefect, I couldn't leave early anyway. So instead, I'll rely on other's experiences.

Some of the parents came around 7.00 am ~ which is quite impressive given how on the paper sent to every household said 7.30am. But hey, no one was sweating the details. Greeting and bowing to every parents that came by was pretty tiring, but as a prefect duty is always a priority. Wow that rhymed.

As time slowly passed by, so did the amount of parents that walked through the front gates. Smiled so hard that day my face was practically the Joker. avoided my crush for no reason but hey no one has to know.

Well.... I was one of the last three of my classmates to go back as previously mentioned, and we chilled in the library for awhile. Fun times...

Anyway, that was my experience for Academic school for the.... 10th time ? I don't know. It was pretty fun.

Cheers,
Chua.

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