September 3, 2005 – 10:52 am
I know it’s quite illegal to say anything about the inner working of the prefectorial board of my school, but who knows who I am anyway?
If you’re in my school, you’ve got to be amazed at the prefectorial board. It’s the thing which keeps the school’s discipline together. They do everything from patrolling classes to traffic control. And while it’s quite bothering, I feel proud to be part of it.
In the morning, unless you’re lucky, you’ll have to patrol the class. Actually, babysit the class. Walk around making sure the kids have books on their desks and keep quiet. The worst thing is that you have to babysit the senior 3 classes. Senior 3 students are 18 years old, opposed to prefects aged 16 and 17, of which I am the former age. It’s really intimidating, because after all they’re older than you and more prone to being rebellious.
Of course, the junior 1 kids, 13 years old, are the best to babysit. They’re cute as babies (some of them, really), they’re scared of prefects and better to control.
So that’s the morning session. 15 minutes of pure torture in the class, which could have been used for doing last-minute homework. If you get to the correct ’station’, instead of babysitting classes, you patrol parking lots, stand at gates, etc. I prefer those.
The break time, 20 minutes, is a definite no-rest. Some patrol, those who babysitted classes in the morning stand near the classes they babysitted. Usually, that’s the best time. And you get to leave the class 10 minutes earlier!
Then comes to the traffic control. I have never seen any other school whose prefectorial board directs traffic. It’s simply crazy; why is it so nessecary? Just let the cars jam their way around. Oh yeah, I forgot, some picky teachers will complain.
The first time I learned about the whole traffic controlling system, I was in awe. From the parking lot to the main street, everything is integrated seamlessly, communication close to perfection. The system is a little too long and complicated to go into details here, but you just need to know that it is amazing. I salute the ‘founder’ of the thingy, even though I hate the fact that I have to do it.
It’s a bother at times, true, but in the end, I have learnt a lot, and am still learning. How many people learn how to direct traffic, waving gloved hands about? How many deal with rebellious students (whom I’m really scared of, ashamedly)? How many learn how to check students’ appearance (I forgot the word for it) and ‘raid’ classrooms for forbidden articles?
Still, if only the two-and-a-half years of service would pass quicker.
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