incredible. our school has wonderful facilities. comfy meeting rooms, pretty gardens, educational ponds, Olympic-worthy tracks, an inspiring art centre and many other wonderful places.
yet, ironically, students and teachers get drenched along passageways, immerse their shoes in muddy water when trying to reach the bus-stop and struggle to maintain their balance on steps that are slippery. thank god our lifts ain't flooded.
a recount of how i went home.
on the third floor, i patiently waited for 4 different lifts. each opened with a bunch of sniggering boys who were gloating that they were in the lift while i wasnt. gentlemanly indeed. so i took the stairs down. in doing so, i realised that the school need not build a cascading waterfall. they could have just used the steps. water was literally flowing down the steps like a spring would flow down a mountain. kind people warned of massive puddles at each landing while tightly gripping on to the railing, praying silently that they would not slip and land in a pool of rainwater.
safely arriving at the ground floor, and exiting the school gate with no obstacles...yet another waterfall stood in my way. the below (lousy) illustration attempts desperately to depict the situation.
okay, i supposed they TRIED to remedy the situation. they built a shelter leading from the school gate to the bus-stop. but i think they forgot that the floor still floods. ask the girl who laughed when i stood on the other side of the river that separated the two of us. any step i take would involve submerging my entire foot in muddy water that was as high as my ankle.
one foot i plunged into the muddy water, the other (unglam-ly) leapt to the concrete step of the bus-stop. the girl laughed even louder. so nice of you.
with my trusty umbrella, i started walking toward the bus-stop on the other side of the road. would it be a surprise if i said that the pavement at the traffic was also flooded? as i stood waiting for the traffic light to turn green, a few *inconsiderate* @#$!@# drivers drove by at high speeds, causing a column of water to spray across any unfortunate pedestrians standing on the pavement. and that happens to be me. i swear i heard the girl at the bus-stop laughing her head off.
the rest of the journey home was considered safe and uneventful, unless you count being squashed in the MRT as perilous.
