This week was Sports Day Week.
Probably the longest week I've ever experienced.
Apart from juggling between memorising crap for my interview next Tuesday, and writing the debate scripts with my debate kids for the competition next Thursday, I HAD to be at the sports complex for the whole four days, from morning to evening.
'Coz you know, I had the most important job ever that requires me to sit my sorry ass at the grand stand the WHOLE TIME.
I'm the medicine person, remember? I was on call the WHOLE TIME. And I couldn't even tell what can of sprays do what.
Luckily there were some nice, willing colleagues who'd take my job for a couple of hours as I needed to rush to school to manage my debate team. And go back to the sports complex again later on.
And when night falls, after I spread tubes of acne gel on my newly formed acnes due to the nasty mixture of sweat, oil and foundation from the blazing heat, I had to sit down (or more precisely, lay down) to study my notes on NKRA, PIPP, MBMMBI, till I passed out, dreaming in acronyms.
So yeah, longest. week. ever.
The only thing great about this week was probably having the opportunity to realise how some teenagers and children live for sports, and they'd die for it. To see victory in their eyes as they crossed the finishing lines and to see the despair when they didn't. To see their peers cheer their fucking lungs out for them, albeit repeating the same damn song/ stealing other schools' song and inserting their school's name in it, and of course, to see parents and grandparents (yes, awesome grandparents!) who came to support their child and pointing towards their child running on the track telling everyone in the grand stand, "That's my boy!"
I'm not a sportsperson, nor I never get the hype of sports day, but now I saw it. It was honestly beautiful.
So the first wave of responsibilities is over.
Goodbye sports day.
Hello interview, debate competition, camping and ethnic dance competition.
Second wave, here I come.
*P/s: I hate February and March now too.