Illusion of Words

The ‘Emergency’ Prefect Meeting

If anyone knew I am disclosing the meeting facts to the public, I’d be fried. Literally.

Anyway, this morning there was this prefect meeting. From the contents of the meeting, I judged it to be sort of an emergency because of the deterioration of the whole prefectorial board.

So they (the head prefects) started the meeting 5 minutes later because of late-comers and was chewing us out. About how irresponsible and careless we are. And how the blah, blah, blah. All you need to know is that we’re getting worse and bad and everything else negative.

One of the head group, despite the look which is everything but strict, is always the one to do the scolding. He doesn’t scream, but just babbles on quietly. I was starting to get impatient and my neck was stiff from staring at him. I don’t know if anyone was ‘touched’ by his message.

They were talking about student issues, about our lousy attitude. On and on about how everything goes back to our attitude towards prefect duty. I thought one thing (at least something) was quite good. The deputy head prefect (or whatever the post is called, I only know the Chinese term) said that if we can’t even do two years’ work properly, wholeheartedly, how are we ever going to work for years in the future with our company?

At the end of the hour, they got the prefects asking questions eagerly (excluding me), creating a less pressurizing atmosphere. Questions like, how can we chase the students who run about during recess? and also, why do have to care about the students who run about playing? To which the answer was because if an accident happens, fingers will point unhestitatingly at the prefectorial board. Which, if you think about it, isn’t good. So I suppose they can’t be allowed to run.

They mentioned that we were lucky. Not having to beat students up like prefects in other schools. Just a simple sentence usually puts the more obedient students back to place, while the older, impossible ones, we just hand in their names.

Everybody was on a high when the meeting neared the closing, probably because they were either happy to get out of the room, or they really wanted to change. The speeches kept on being interrupted by the drilling sounds, which was really annoying, but it finally ended after an hour.

So, I went home. And typed this. It really isn’t too revealing, in the end.

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