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Saturday, May 16, 2009

"Hello, are you here for the open house? Ok, just go to the clock tower to register yourself. Thank you!" I stood at the same spot for 3 hours repeating this same sentence which nearly drove me insane.

As a iCIT, it was required of me to be a stationary usher and point out the direction to "future students" and parents, who looked like they would be lost in tis big school.

So, time flew by as I stood under the scorching sun and ushered the visitors to the Clock Tower. 

So, when the time for the break arrived, it was like a sign from Heaven as I left poor Xin Jie to suffer the brunt of the afternoon heat as I enjoyed my food.  

The time flew past as I ushered, ran about and even helped to find a missing wallet, which in the end was found in the boy's car.  

This Open House was more enriching than I had thought, with many insightful comments about the school from the visitors, at the same time trying to solve the every whim of every visitor.  Every time, when the sense of tiredness overwhelmed me, I would remind myself that I was doing a service to the school, and somehow a surge of energy would go through my body.

My poor feet and my thighs suffered my "service" to the school. The mosquitos punished me for my devotion.  My thighs were red and angry as they rubbed against the pants.  The drizzle was a interference as I attempted to deal with my friends.  

My return to home was a welcoming to "heaven". I sank into the sofa, drinking my lemonade and watching the rain pour outside.  

ending
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