NATIONAL DAY IS OVER.
It was a success by all measures and everyone left looking upbeat and satisfied and I thank God for that.
(I’m not sure how much I can say before I’m hauled into the authorities’ office and lashed with the Whip of Knowledge of Discretion -) At the root of it, being a councillor is a lesson in servility, in humility more than anything else. I guess I signed up anticipating quite different things but at the end of the day, that turtle-shaped badge is a seal of bondage that ties you to the Welfare Of The School. And it means that when you see your biggest game cancelled due to Time Constraints three minutes before it is due on stage, you accept it.
I’m not sure how best to put this into context, but a few things sprang into mind. The late-nights with Penny & Patty writing out 1,368 lucky draw tickets, editing a Spot The Difference picture five or six times for an ultimately insignificant difference in effect, packing six 1.5 litre bottles chock-full with Honey Stars for a five minute game.
Time constraints, huh. I’m sure that must have been important too.