Two weeks ago, on a
fine Sunday night, in the reading room, I was given a difficult choice; either
to go to Muzaffar Shah School (MOZAC) for the Fully Residential School’s
International Symposium (FRSIS) for a WHOLE WEEK… Or stay in school, due to
drama practice. I initially declined, but after talking ‘bout it with a close
friend, and much, much consideration, I changed my mind and packed my bags.
It was the best
decision of my entire life.
To tell you guys my
awesome and fun weeklong adventure, I shall tell the tale day by day (Mind you,
it’s a tad long. This is personally for my own reference, and sharing it with
you guys seems more exciting.):
Day 1: Monday
After arriving at
MOZAC at ‘round 11 and checked ourselves in, we did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING (Other
than eating and sleeping.) The reason for the lack of activity is to let all 63
residential schools’ representatives reach the destination.
63!? I hear you
scream in terror. Yup. That would make the number of participants, let’s see… 4
per school… Times 63… Ah, 252. Excluding the twenty-something Indian exchange
students staying at the girl’s dormitories (The symposium is part of their two
week stay in Malaysia.) How is it that they’re able to fit all the guests into
the dorms, already packed full of MOZAC students? Simple: Give the MOZAC
students a week’s holiday. Lucky them.
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| The boys' dormitory. The open shower's behind the stairs. |
During my exploration
of the school grounds (Which usually occurs whenever I’m bored.), I find one of
many shocking discoveries; their showers have NO DOORS! And there’s a roofless
shower on the ground floor, for all to see~ How was I supposed to shower
without people watching me?
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| This is MOZAC. Did I mention it was on a hill? :3 |
Day 2: Tuesday
Today was the day of
the competition. I left for the hall at ‘round 7.45… After taking a shower in
the toilet (Hey, I ain’t weird. Half of the participants did the same thing.).
It’s basically a public speaking kind, where all 63 presenters present their
presentations (Duh), based on the theme ‘Global Culture Generates World Unity’,
and what better place to have it but at MOZAC, one of few multi-racial boarding
schools in Malaysia? Most were common, like how food can start unity of races,
and only a few managed to catch my attention (Like the Kenyah tribe in Sarawak,
and the miniscule, yet fascinating fact that Fijians love fat people.) I didn’t
managed to see all of the presentations presented (What, you expect me to be
able to be present at all ten sessions simultaneously?) and unfortunately, I
didn’t get to see my friend’s one, as his session was held in a small
classroom, and there were limited spaces.
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| This is Hazeem. :) |
The ice-breaking
session, for me, was the best activity of the day. Not only did it give me a
chance to mingle with other people, I also bumped into my old friend (Hazeem’s
his name.)! Such a funny coincidence, to meet because of the colour red (We
were grouped into four teams based on the piece of coloured paper behind our
tags.) We were then grouped by the numbers on the coloured paper, and would
stay in the same group during the ice-breaking session with the international
students the next day.
Later that night, I,
my schoolmate and an acquaintance we got to know with this wicked British
accent auditioned for Master of Ceremony. Unfortunately and surprisingly, all
of us failed. And the weird thing is, the boys they chose were not that good
compared to my friends. The girls were marvelous, though. And that made me a
bit green with envy.
I shall continue this tale on a later date, as it is too long. :) Ciao. :D
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