Butterflies

Anxious, anxious, anxious... the kind that churns in your stomach and that wakes me up much too early.

It reminds me a lot of when I was just going into Form 1. The move from primary to secondary. Yes it was the same school but completely a different world. So me and my best buddy the Nutcracker came out with a great plan. Let's turn up early to ease our nerves. Sensible and mature thinking already ..man we were ready for this secondary nonsense..we so would fit in. I mean how hard can it be?!?

So there we were bright and early on the first day... at 9am. Let's put things in perspective. We were in the afternoon session..which starts at 1.05pm. By 9.15 we were dying in boredom.

But the rebel that we were we decided to go back home to my place for me to change.. call it intuition or simply an uncanny knack for sensing things... or perhaps it was the giggles I attracted. Something tells me I wasn't meant to wear the pinafore... maybe it was my au naturel legs... well hairy was in then! Or maybe it was just wayyyyyyyy too long. Whatever the case..we were on a mission.. to get home and change.

So there we were bounding down to the bus stop with me hiding behind trees and telephone poles to hide my sack of a uniform..thankfully I was thin enough to be invisible behind a pole. I count my blessings.

So waiting patiently for our chariot in the form of a pink mini bus... the infamous number 20... that's when public transportation was at its best. Exciting and fast. And no matter how packed it was there was always room for just one more...

So stuffed in like sardines but still trying to look cool in pink we made our way back... we were always the loudest in the bus...

"Hang on N**.....!"
"We can do this P**.....!"
Conductor: "Corner Lipat!!!"
Both of us: *SHRIEKS*

Against all odds we got home, I changed, we ate, lost track of time and ran like maniacs to catch another bus to school arriving at 1pm. Everyone was hanging out in the canteen and telling stories about being so nervous they were there by 11. What could we do? But laugh at them and acted like the whole thing was no big deal. And the thing was it wasn't.

It's funny I'm relating today to that day so long ago. I guess you can't prepare for all new beginnings and it's hard not too always fit in. Yet all we need is time but just in case... I'll wear my lucky watch.

Incidentally that was the only day I wore the pinafore....somethings are just not meant to be.

Wish me luck.