CNY - A recount

A sea of red and yellow burst from the bus, flowing as a single body into the school gate. I blended into the crowd, a simple task as I was just as colourful as everyone else. Saying hi to friends and wondering why the student behind me wore black on Chinese New Year came next. As a student, expectations of me include total compliance and a certain level of "enthu"ness. Of course, this wasn't the case for most of the student body and only a precious few were truly showing the Chinese New Year spirit, which strangely resembled the actions of someone who had just discovered an ant's nest in his clothes. 7.40am. 2 hours later, the time was 7.45. There are not enough letters in the word "slow " to describe the speed time passed. Finally we were permitted to move, the mass migration of students to the hall where we reluctantly took our places again. A stuffy atmosphere filled the area, and I envied the teachers who sat in the privileged position under the fan. The performance started soon enough, and I busied myself in reading a book before the programme REALLY got started. As it turns out., the programme never really got started. Although it was entertaining to see teachers dressed up like Lady Gaga and Michael Jackson, my attention was never truly captured. The Chinese Orchestra segment was quite nice, and I whistled t the pitch of a dog whistle and watched everyone turn around in confusion. The wushu segment was also nice, watching the performers do dangerous stunts with various sharp objects was entertaining in the least. But the most anticipated, greatest moment had finally arrived. The moment everone waited for with glee. Every tick of the clock brought us closer to that crucial time. Dismissal.