To be precise, yesterday was Racial Harmony Day. I had perceived it to be a day of colour, accompanied by a dash of festivity. Unfortunately, it was not to be.

The morning started off rather sprightly, eagerness urging me to roll off the bed and hop right into the shower for a brand new day. Or so, a special day where I need not don my school uniform.
Instead, I will be pulling on a Peranakan kebaya, formerly worn by my paternal grandmother.

What started out as energetic, dulled as soon as I realised the sparsity of students donning ethnic costume. It truly made me wonder, “Had I gotten the date mixed up?” To my relief, as I was making my way to school, I turned a corner and caught sight of a couple of Muslim girls adorning their very own traditional costumes.

I was not alone after all.

However, the horror did not stop there. The moment I crossed the school gates, may I safely say that a bare 10%, or less, of our school’s population were all dressed up for the event.
Obviously, terror drowned my initial enthusiasm. It was a glum morning (with lingering rain clouds) that was a spot-on omen.

Shockingly, my class was devoid of people. Ok. Let’s face it. Am I in a bad dream?
Anyhow, the spaces were filled up the moment my classmates returned, brightening up the corridor with splashes of colour. Hey! This Racial Harmony Day might be a day well spent, ending with a spectacular bang.

Untrue.

1. There was a change in timetable, something we had to adhere to with immediate effect (never a good thing).
2. ‘Proving a claim questions’ can be ever so tricky. (Social studies lingo.)
3. Surprises, surprises: My brain tripped and blew a fuse. Refer to the following points for instances demonstrating that.
4. I did not complete my first Physics practical, which was carried out individually. (The horror of refractions.)
5. My English mock exam went awry.

On top of that, it poured today.
Poured.
Never a good thing either.

Rainy days work better than sedatives. They knock sense and alertness right out of you.

Needless to say, I fell victim to that.

Racial Harmony Day kicked off well, only for me to be trampled by an aggravated bull.
Note to self: Weekends are my only salvation.

Mood: Tired.