Cut Short

Aidan Frusher

September 15, 2017- a Friday, every student's favorite weekday, but this last Friday was not the usual Friday.

We (the students) had a special program on this day which was a welcome change to the mediocre daily grind. We opened with the Eagle Games’ winners, and then a profound chapel lead by Mr. Corman. Afterwards, we were dismissed to go through the day with different stations with scrumptious snacks in between. It was a seemingly welcome change despite the downpour.

 If you happened to be in a coma on Friday, it was raining—a lot. It flooded in some parts of Penang, leaving some people stranded, and those who were capable of driving were stuck in traffic. It was so bad that it took Zachary Kok (12) an hour and a half to drive to school. Nonetheless, we, who had made it to school, persevered and went through our special day.

Once the battle-hardened students had finished their last cycle, they ran out of whatever room they were in and went to blissful freedom, except those poor juniors chained to the ritual of slave labor, known as the Junior Class Store. For everyone else, it was the harkening of a new era of liberation that would, sadly, only last for the next two days, but it would be enjoyed to its fullest extent.

Students disbursed to go to their choice of activities, such as basketball, socializing, volleyball, etc. There were the determined few who, instead, went to the room of pain, suffering, and iron: the weight room. We went in with a will to give it our all, and so we did. Music blasted over the crashing winds outside as we strained to better ourselves, but all this was not to last. We were informed that the campus was being evacuated due to the violent weather outside that we were oblivious to; we were to leave immediately. So after all was put back together in its proper place, we, the few, solemnly marched out of the House of Gainz, pledging to lift another day. Leaving Simon Jeong (12) to say, “I am very disappointed.”