A message in my Outlook inbox on Friday directed Business Administration instructors to supervise classes in the stadium. I thought it was just like having to watch state-run television to record credits for members of the cheerleading squad. We did it several times in the past. But this week’s activity turned out a bit different. At least to me.
As I walked out the faculty office door, someone hollered, “it’s a 3-hour pageant!”
“Yeah, like how much coursework is going to be wasted on this non-cur.”
Without anything I could do I idly took a snap of Snow White —-
… admired Goldilocks’ curvaceous body, half expecting Little Red Riding Hood next…
Where could my students be… these are all normal school pageant girls, we should all be worrying about swine flu…
“These contestants should wear masks. After all walking around Bangkok wearing a mask is now considered fashion.”
I must be going senile if I could no longer recognize my own students .
— Vanity Fair opening melody She walks in beauty like the night played in my mind when this one approached the makeshift stage — (I cut her foot, please ignore it)
I was now seriously wondering where the heck were my students particularly one that was missing. They were nowhere in the stadium, nor were they among the staff running this cute, boring school play, as I called it.
“There must be a mistake in that Outlook. I don’t have a single student here to supervise,” I muttered quietly but still having fun watching the rest of these girls.
By the time these three stood on stage, I was ready to go back to the office. The next day I asked, “who won yesterday?” But more importantly “what’s the use of hanging out in the stadium if I couldn’t see my students there? Student 521-0023 was also missing.”
I call them by their ID number when I could not remember their names or faces.
“He’s the one wearing white and he’s the only one you needed to supervise,” came the reply.
“Well, all my boys were wearing white yesterday, weren’t they?”
“No, I meant white, as in white gown.”
“That was 521-0023?!”
“Yes, pretty wasn’t he? He didn’t get the crown but he was a finalist. And btw, neither were the rest of them what you thought them to be.”
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