:: The tale of a Sunday morning November 11, 2007Posted by Minci 先生 in Everyday Life.
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Back in boarding school, there was a choice of 3 different activities to be done on a Sunday morning before breakfast at 8.
Read al’ Ma’thurat
Each was to be carried out in turns every week and the least favourite of mine was Riadah. When I was in Fifth Form, most of my dormmates share the same disgust. The irony behind it is that one of our dormmates is the school captain. Of course we knew her before she got elected as one but still… 😈
She’d announced “Esok Riadah” to us the night before ( on the PA system as well), we’d screamed dramatically ala2 “I’m melting” kind of thing and we’d laughed it away together. Dormmates.. mestilah baik. I wonder if she knew that we would secretly pray to God before lights out, that she’d wake up late, so that Riadah has to be cancelled. Muahahahaha ~ Dayot.. ampun.
God listened. Maybe it was us being sincere or maybe the whole school prayed for it, I don’t know. In short, there was a time when Riadah was cancelled 3 weeks in a row. Huhuhu.. best giller. Best giller.
I hate Riadah for the ‘risk’ that came afterwards. The risk of missing the ever-so-delicious breakfast of Mee Goreng. I am surprised that we have allowed ourselves to put up with ‘breakfast yang tak cukup’ all the time. Yet, the dining hall caterer would say back to us that some of our friends have taken bigger shares than others. Haih.. even if ‘greed’ plays a small part, doesn’t high body metabolism and ‘big girls’ count?
And I don’t like cutting the queue. I don’t think I could sit comfortably having my breakfast when I’ve seen the faces of starved, meek juniors who have ran with all their might to be first in line, only to be met by taller, more senior girls who easily march to the front and pretend they have done nothing wrong.
I’m not a saint. I have jumped the queue before but only on these occasions;
The juniors insisted I go before them. Tak tahulah kenapa.
Desperately in need of chasing time. Usually after cadet practice and have to rush to musolla for congregation prayer. The keyword here is ‘pelapis kadet’ and by that we have to obey every single school rules. ‘Forbidden to jump queue’ wasn’t one of them. So, it’s either be nice and stand in line or risk being called afterwards for being late to the musolla. Jumped I did. But not after apologizing profusely to the next girl in line. Doing it in a large group lessens the guilt but then that is how evil spreads, in numerical superiority.
I’ve missed breakfast a few times. I did not fight for the limited share. I just walk away if I knew I don’t stand a chance. On any ‘Mee goreng’ breakfast day, probably near 80 students would walk away without their share – put their plates back and leave. Feeling the burning stares of sympathising students on their backs.
A lucky 10 would receive their share from people who have pooled bits of theirs into a plate. Those with extra pocket money can go to the canteen. Others may just make their own milo and dunk lots of Hup Seng Crackers. And what happens to those who came from underpriviledged families? Whose school uniform are handed down from their sisters? Who don’t even know the meaning of pocket money?
They’d have to live on the kindness of other students or drink water till lunchtime.
Other activities carry the same ‘risk’ but unlike Riadah, people’s appetite don’t rise in a surge after Qiam or Ma’Thurat. They’d rather go back to sleep. The tale of a Sunday morning.. that’s what it is.