A Very Special Day Indeed

Like, how could I have missed it?? It's the frickin' 23rd!! Of Jan. My special number. (I've always wanted to write down the occurrences of 23s in my life but never have been able to pick up a pen. Maybe I'd write 'em all here?)

Late at night last night, I checked the chair to see if my fav. pinafore was there (it's where my mom puts them on aft she'd ironed). I couldn't find it. :( So it was with a heavy heart that I retired to bed. THEN, in the morning, when I checked again, there it was! Okay anyway, that wasn't one of the supposedly weird things that happened today. I'm just streching it out.

So erm, I put on my uniform and went to school (by then it was already about 7.10) in the same bus as my sister. We were so scared we were going to be late. (Well actually it was all me-my sis said it was cool to be late in her sch.)So when we saw the students at the bus stop all walking oh-so-casually to the respective schools, I was so shocked! Ick said that sometimes, these people like, just- disappear. Poof, vanish, nada. Not there. Totally surreal.

Anyway. Right before I come swishing into school, I heard Miss GuyName over the intercom saying that assembly was in the hall. And as I headed over there, I saw the t-shirt flaunted(?) sec 3s in the yard- THEY WERE GOIN TO OBS (outward bound school) TODAY!! Okay whatever. But I loved OBS, I can remember. So I saw some lost lambs from my class at the staircase, and the good samaritan that I am, I led the way to the hall. So erm, the purpose of the Hall business was because Mrs. Maude Scott(our first principle) just died -passed away- last saturday. And there we were all thinking that she was already. In heaven (or whatever) I meant. She's in Canada, by the way. Was. Whatever. So we all observed a minute of silence. (In which, as usual, there was someone who asked me, "Isn't it one minute already?" Never fails.) Then we sang the school song (which, coincidentally, was written by the deceased) and went to class. It was here that my phone vibrated on and on (cause I stupidly set it on repetition) and I kept turning it off and off. But I couldn't check it then.

So there I was in maths class, copying wrongly my loci stuff from my either side seating partners (several times), and where I finally read the message:

I'll be late for school cause there's a pervert on the bus. He molested me and
another girl and now we're calling the cops. Ok not molested, more like rubbed
his balls on my arm. Gross!

It was Ol' Labs, the unfortunate girl. So anyway, it's not my place to say anything more so find out at her blog. If she does blog about it, that is. It's quite hilarious, the whole story. Especially as it involves a cute police officer and a totally funny bus driver's loud conversation with this other guy. I didn't know Singaporeans could be that helpful. Labs might even have to go to court to testify against him. It's all quite dramatic.

And so I guess that's basically it. Another weird day spent. Another 23 found. (Oh whatever, Lorelai)

- The (Chaste) Mother