Once upon a time, when yours truly was in primary school, I was made in charge of setting up and keeping the mic during and after recess respectively. Let me explain.

We were made to line up in our classes after recess so that we could be sent back to our classes in some orderly fashion. To do so a teacher will leture us for a few minutes, then dismiss us class by class, one from each level at one go. To reserve her voice for class later she would use a mic. This is where I come in.

Everyday once I've finished eating I would pop into the General Office to dig a mic out of a tangled mess of several mics and wires. Then I will simply plug it up to the port, test test, and leave it on the floor. After we were dismissed I would simply unplug it, roll up the wire and return it to that dreadful mess in the General Office. So one day I happened to stroll in after keeping the mic at the same time as a few other boys. I knew these boys, they were notorious around school for misbehaving. I never knew exactly what crime they did that day, and even if I had overheard I forgot. But the whole purpose of this story is to tell you about my principal, a no-hope-of-marrying spinster. Her name? Foo Pee Pee.

When you've gotten over your laughing and mocking someone else's carelessly selected name... Thank you.

Ms Foo had a pig face by the way.

When you're finished laughing and mocking someone else's idiotic face... Thank you.

Oh I tell you she was sadistic. She had this I'm-gonna-whip-your-virgin-ass-soooo-hard-you-will-cry-hey-mamaaaaa! look on her face that day.

'Come in, come in...' she crooned cordially to her victims, holding the door to the GO open.

So I was there keeping the mic while she was lecturing them, and as I walked to the door, she said, 'Where are you going?'

And I was like major 'HUH?!'

'Aren't you with them?'

'No I was just... keeping the mic...'

'Hmmm... go go go.'

Whew.

The end.

orchestrated by Renhao at 4:48:00 pm
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