My Mom gave me an unseen raise in my allowance; double the whole sum. She felt concern about the fact that my present allowance didn't always sustain me through the week, so now I've got $(confidential) per day! Something to be thankful to God about...
Today, our class lost the key. Tim and a few others did a thorough investigation, and even called me up for a short interigation while I was within the school compound. After all, I was the last person to sign OUT the key. Ah well, we'd have ot bring our bags and DNAs into Chapel for now...
Chapel was about us being the Salt of the earth. We helping out in the 'advertising' of Christianity. Something I've been taught many times already, but being taught again would be harmless.
Then for Art, we sat back into our 5 tables. The ACPS Boys were asking me if I seriously was registered as an asperger. I explained again that I was something like a 5% Justin, and they started commenting that I had the IQs, and addapted the EQs, giving me a facinating configuration and, according to them, making me 'creative' and 'smart'. I was grateful that my friends would give such comments, but I wasn't gonna let God miss out on all the Glory. In my mind, I was praising Him that He made me what I am today, and that I trust in what He plans to put me through for my future.
After that was recess, when I handed in my DNA to the Laboratory. I'm gona get othing for flexibility (literally) but I just hpoe I get high for materials and creativity. We'll just see... Then I went down to eat recess; a wholesome plate of two egg pratas. Mmmmm. Then I tried what Toj advised me to try out; ask for a space in the class table. I tried it first on a simple table with a bit of room left to spare, but by the time I got there, the guys were starting to leave. What I didn't know was that they were moving to the next table which was more dense and populated. So I joined in and moved towards the other table.
I looked, and all the space was occupied. But Toj told me to try even if so happened. SO I stepped forward and feeling like as if I was making too stingy a request, asked if there was room for me. They stared at me for a while, and I assumed that meant a 'No', so I started to walk off.
Until Toj grabbed my shirt.
"No no no no no, Miggy!" "Yah," said Jaira. "You're the No. 1 person we'd invite to sit here and for food-picking(sampling)!" Toj even got off his seat just to make room for me. Seeing that they wanted me to sit there, I went and sat. Then I engaged in multi-tasking; listening to Jai's Rugby battle stories, answering Wei Yang's questions on my blog and conversating with other people who were behind me. Then when most of them were finished, they left few by few.
When Niranjan and Cal were left, they were complimenting me on my animation skills and how I could actually do such astounding works with PowerPoint. I simply told them the truth that it was all trial and error, good animation passed down from PowerPoint to PowerPoint. Then I asked Niran what was the 'caremel-looking' stuff he was eating. He explained it was a delicacy from the Italian shop, and offered the remainder to me. Although there was only a spoonful of the stuff left, I knew very well that things from the Italian shop are always expensive, and that that spoonful could be worth a dollar. I refused the offer, but he insisted and so I ate. Tasted like coffee, and nicely blended I must say. When I finished, Niran also contributed to throw away the carton. I told him I had it all under control, but he also insisted with a long term of wotrds I couldn't comprehend that fast, so I gave in.
After returning my cutleries, I walked back to class, praising God for 1) Such nice friends that appreciate me for who I am, 2) blessing me with all the talents I've got and 3) the fact that God was with me through it all.
Then a question slippedinto my mind.
If I happend to somehow die in my classroom, infront of the entire class, what would happen? Who would move forward to aid me? Who would stay back in fear? Who would stand their ground in satisfaction? At the wake, who would be present? Who would cry? Who would smile? Who would be angry? Who would turn away?
Well, I refuse to know the answer. It would just be unfair. People have their rightsto make their decissions, and I have no right to intrude. And besides, no one would actually be certain about it unless it really happened. So for now, I'm just gonna enjoy what God blesses me with. And you should do the same too. Praise God for the good things He's put you in, the opportunities, the events, the changes.
In other news, I had to do rehearsals today for the Prefects' swearing-in. Fun, but serious, but fun. I'll be at the back row, so just watch out for me...
Praise the Lord for being with me during the Mother Tongue Paper!
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