A day at the Restaurant
My mother and I went to a restaurant last week. As uneventful minutes ticked away waiting for the waitress, I grew bored and fiddled with my fork.
Just then, it dropped from the table. I got off my seat and bent down to retrieve it. However, that very moment, my mother grabbed my waist and pulled me over to her. As I looked at her quizzically, a dozen plates came crashing down where I had been standing.
Gripping my mother in fright, I noticed a waiter standing near my seat, looking down, embarrassed. It occurred to me that he had dropped the plates.
After some time, the restaurant’s manager rushed in. Realizing what had happened, he came over to us and asked if we were okay before apologizing for the mishap that occured. Then, he comforted the waiter who smiled gratefully before clearing up the mess. The manager also promised free desert for us as compensation for the disturbance caused. Then, he escorted the waiter back to the kitchens.
Till today, this incident remains etched in my mind, reminding me that accidents do happen, and everyone will make mistakes sometimes, but making a mistake is not to be ashamed of.
200 Words
Shanthini(1A)
Woollahra Farm Excursion
Excitement bubbled jovially in me and my fellow classmates from Secondary 1H, 1A and 1O on the cheerful bus ride to Woollahra Farm last Tuesday. Once there, we washed our hands in the toilet, followed by our morning tea.
First, interest growing like trees in our minds, we strode to the dairy shed to drink in the sight of the cows being milked by a fascinating contraption, which was a magnet to our attention. However, we could not remain in the shed for long for the disgust of the cows’ putrid stench drove our hands pinching our noses.
Off we scampered to the next shed, where the sparkling eyes of the adorable baby goats looked up at us innocently as we fed them from bottles.
“Oh, they’re so cute!” squeals and joyous laughter danced around the atmosphere, sprinkled with the ever-so-often bleats of the gentle creatures.
Reluctantly, we left the shed. However, this was no regret as the chance to hold the chickens was magnificent, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, perhaps! They clucked in our arms as their feathers shifted silently in our hold.
Next, we bolted to the pigsty. Babe, along with the other pigs greeted us with a clamour of grunting and oinking. All of a sudden, I felt a sudden pang of queasiness deep down, recalling that I had eaten pork just the day before. I was thus, more than willing to move on to the next station.
Queues stretched like rubber bands, as everyone anticipated a chance to milk the cows.
The hayride that followed next was amazing. Our stomachs constricted into tiny knots as screams of apprehension and excitement reverberated throughout, shattering the peace and tranquility of the farm. It was a truly moving experience
The invisible tool of gestures between us humans and animals bridged the gap between our lacks of common language. But gradually, their uneasiness faded away and soon were nibbling their food from our hands with satisfaction.
Lastly, we went to lavatory before having our lunch. How time flies! In no time, we boarded the rattling bus, disappointment drizzling in our minds - the day had gone too soon. Still, pleasure flowed sleepily in us, for the newly-acquired knowledge, and experience with animals, particularly feeding the ponies which I enjoyed the most, had been a truly unique one and I felt sure that that incident would forever be etched in my mind.
By:
Lushna
Izlyn
Reena
Shanthini
Word Count: 399 words
An Icy Incident
Last Sunday, my sister, Gaia and I went out for an ice-cream. As soon as I got my ice-cream, I took a big scoop, my mouth watering and my eyes gleaming in sheer desire.
As I savoured the sweet caramel syrup and warm chocolate sauce mixed with hot fudge brownies and ice cold French vanilla ice cream, I felt something cold splatter on my foot. I sat there, stunned for a moment.
As my eyes darted around, my gaze fell on a petrified Gaia, standing rooted to the ground. From the look on her face, I could tell that it was her who had dropped the ice cream on my foot. A helpless anger simmered in me, leaving no room for forgiveness. I walked away, at loss for words.
After a while, I felt a tap on my shoulder and standing there was Gaia with another ice cream cone. She offered it to me before gazing up at me pleadingly, asking for forgiveness. My heart melted and I forgave her, there and then.
This incident has been etched deeply in my mind, reminding me of what Collin Powell once said, ‘Get mad, then get over it’.
Word Count: 196 Words
Reena(1A)
Rain crashed down onto me. As I glanced at my watch for the umpteenth time, the sprout of impatience in my mind grew as quickly as a tree. My eyes squinted, searching hopelessly for Jane; we were getting late for our movie.
An intense longing for warmth swallowed me, the packed bus stop providing little shelter. Once again, I called Jane, gritting my teeth as it was unanswered. The bus that I wanted to take had arrived; I boarded it. It served Jane right if she missed the movie, making me wait for forty minutes.
I was just in time for the movie, entering and leaving the cinema alone. I trudged home, and after my shower, the phone rang.
“Hi. I’m really sorry that I missed the movie,” Jane’s voice was sad and sorrowful. “My pet dog has gone missing, and I was so busy searching for him to call you.” Daggers of sorrow and regret stabbed me. I had been horrible to make a villain out of Jane. That fateful Tuesday has been ingrained in my mind, as a lesson that regardless of what someone does to me, I should always patiently find out why, instead of simply assuming.
The performance started and everything went well at first, but then came the blow. The Peer Support Leaders(PSLs) who were hosting the event, gave my class a cold stare, mouthing that that time was not on our side and we had to cut short our performance. We tried our best and the performance that was supposed to last 15mins, turned into a 5 minute impromptu.
My heart tore into shreds when I saw the disappointment on my classmates' face as we walked off the stage. We were lost for words. Our months of hard work had gone down the drain in a mere 2 minutes. But deep down, pride like a goldfish flashed a sudden fin. Despite the whole thing, my classmates did not blame one another. Instead, words of encouragement reverberated throughout the atmosphere.
That incident has been etched deeply in my mind, showing how strong our class spirit was.
A Rainy Wait
Rain crashed down onto me. As I glanced at my watch for the umpteenth time, the sprout of impatience in my mind grew as quickly as a tree. My eyes squinted, searching hopelessly for Jane; we were getting late for our movie.
An intense longing for warmth swallowed me, the packed bus stop providing little shelter. Once again, I called Jane, gritting my teeth as it was unanswered. The bus that I wanted to take had arrived; I boarded it. It served Jane right if she missed the movie, making me wait for forty minutes.
I was just in time for the movie, entering and leaving the cinema alone. I trudged home, and after my shower, the phone rang.
“Hi. I’m really sorry that I missed the movie,” Jane’s voice was sad and sorrowful. “My pet dog has gone missing, and I was so busy searching for him to call you.” Daggers of sorrow and regret stabbed me. I had been horrible to make a villain out of Jane. That fateful Tuesday has been ingrained in my mind, as a lesson that regardless of what someone does to me, I should always patiently find out why, instead of simply assuming.
Lushna(1A)
Word Count : 200
Disappointment Overcome
I can still remember that fateful day vividly in my mind. It was the day of our class performance. With excitement bubbling jovially in my class, we stepped onto the stage. ‘This was it’ I thought and I felt adrenaline building up in my veins.
The performance started and everything went well at first, but then came the blow. The Peer Support Leaders(PSLs) who were hosting the event, gave my class a cold stare, mouthing that that time was not on our side and we had to cut short our performance. We tried our best and the performance that was supposed to last 15mins, turned into a 5 minute impromptu.
My heart tore into shreds when I saw the disappointment on my classmates' face as we walked off the stage. We were lost for words. Our months of hard work had gone down the drain in a mere 2 minutes. But deep down, pride like a goldfish flashed a sudden fin. Despite the whole thing, my classmates did not blame one another. Instead, words of encouragement reverberated throughout the atmosphere.
That incident has been etched deeply in my mind, showing how strong our class spirit was.
Izlyn
Word Count: 196 Words
