ohm.

Friday, April 27

8:42 PM

OHMYGOSH.

If I get into council, it'll be a miracle.
If I dont.
We all know why.

And so I had my council interview yesterday, and yes.
In my opinion.
I reckon I screwed up like, 60% of it.

First major screwup came when we had a mini test before everything, they made us write the last stanza of the school song and our reflections.

WHAT!

I DONT KNOW NO LAST STANZA!

And so I crapped some nonsense out, and my reflection went like that.
"Frankly, I know that isnt the last stanza but the school song....."

**
So we were stuck in the geog room aka the holding room, and Matheus said that during Emmanuel's interview, there was a sweet wrapper on the chair and the interviewers wanted to see whether you picked it up or swept it to the floor.

Hence, we got really paranoid.
Like. REALLY paranoid cause we noticed that the geog room was in a mess.
Skittles packaging, KitKat, plastic bags, paper.. all littered here and there!

So Matheus picked up a packet of Skittles and inside there was some melted skittles.
He then turned to me and in an almost conspiracy-liked voice went,

"ehh. Still soft ehh. Must be here recently."

"yeaaman. Everything looks so.. placed."

And that triggered extensive litter picking.
We tried being as secretive as possible and in the end we collected 3 pieces of trash each.

*applaud*

...
...

Till we kinda realised way after that paranoia got into our heads and..
We werent supposed to pick any litter or whatsoever.
hahaha.

**
So anyways, it soon came to my turn and OHMYGOSHWHATTHEHECK.
It was soooo stressful okay!
Way more stressful then my piano practical exams.!!!

I entered the room and saw a really weird setup.
4 tables arranged into a square and a chair on it.

And Jason went all"Please take a seat"

cue weird stare.
Yes. I literally stared at the set up, wondering what to do..
Till I just decided to take the chair off the table and sit.

Which actually lead me to question myself cause..
I saw footprints on the desks..which leads me to wonder whether someone actually climbed up.
HAHAHA.

ANYWAY/

They grilled me like charkweytiao, shot every answer I gave like a madman armed and feeling all vengeful liked.

grr.

They asked me what my motto in life was [ehhhh...]
AND WORST OF ALL.

THEY ASKED ME TO SING THE SCHOOL SONG.

YES. really.
And I blanked out!
blahhhhhh..

What happened to lives are in the making here...??!
:(

Best part.
I had to do a cheer.
Not JUST a cheer.

Melvin made me go out, under the shelter, pretend that the Saints were having a rug game.
AND THEN THEY MADE ME CHEER.

hahaha.

Which wasnt as bad as I thought it would be..
Cause well, it was already 715 and I was pretty much the last one to get grilled.
OHWELLS!

But the pressure was really on.
And frankly, I thought I would just break down there and then!
But obviously I couldnt duh.
If not it'll be so ninny-pottish.

And yes, if you were wondering..
I placed the chair back up again, and left the room with a goodnight!

**
Lord, if you want me to become a councillor, let me go all the way.
If not, let me crash out of the interview.

And that. Was what I prayed after feeling so distraught.
So we shall see what happens!

And yes.
The Mcdonald's lady was so nice to give me alot of fudge in my icecream yesterday!
yay!!

AND YEA.
SAJC PLAY TMR NIGHT!
WHOEVER IM MEETING.
DO NOT.
I REPEAT.
DO NOT BE LATE.

:D