Pardy!

Well, it was a sad and a happy moment for me on Thursday. Our class had a class party, and very co-incidentally, it was also Ezral's birthday. Ezral is a boy from my class. The happy part of that day was exams were finally over, and the party has just started. Our class managed to get 200 dollars, in hard cash, as we got the third place for the school's jog-a-thon. Other than the 200 dollars, we participated in choral speaking and so, we got 50 dollars more. What a wind fall! Well, which was quite fair, knowing that our class funds were always running dry. So, with the cash, we bought 12 pizzas for the class and a big chocolate cake to celebrate Ezral's birthday. Since he is also known as fireman, so, Fireman turned 13 on that day. Actually, he was not called fireman for no reason. His name was quite special, but I couldn't remember it off hand.

We ate the pizzas in joy, and some were photographing. I was also one of them, taking shots of teachers and friends. At first, Loga brought a bag of flour, thinking that he may throw that bag on Ezral. But he failed to do so. Pn Anis wasn't very happy with him. So he had no choice but to throw it in the waste paper basket.

Then, out of no where came two prefects, who wants to meet those probates for next year. I was included in. Somehow, don't know how, Pn choong approached us. She said that she was finding high and low for us. Then, she remembered about our party.

She questioned us:
"Where is my cake?"
"I though you all are having a party?"
"Am I not invited?"

Sam said:"You want any drinks?"

Sam asked: "What drinks you want? We have Kickapoo, 100 plus..........."

Pn Choong said: "Wah, still got drinks. Ok "
Then, we offered to send the cake and drinks to the staff room, knowing that she was very tired.

When we got back, a cake fight started. Cake splattered all over, faces all covered in thick, sweet chocolate. It was shocking. At the end, all of us had to clean up the classroom.

Christopher told me:" This is my first time mopping the floor.''

After the cleaning was done, the angry teacher stepped in and her expression changed rapidly, showing us satisfaction. We got her a gift, and a heart shaped cardboard with all our signatures on it. The teacher was delighted. The wide smile spread on her face from ear to ear. As it was her last day with us, she thanked all of us with a short yet meaningful talk. Alas, I had to give one speech to the class too. I was nervous at first, just couldn't think of what to say. But, I got my way through. Happy and jolly. The school bell rung. All of us were carrying bags of form 2 books back.

That joyful moment was short but it was worth while having this party. No regrets.

Almost forgot, the sad moment was when the school bell rung. Would we even meet each other next year? Don't know.