My days at crown school episode 30

My Days
At CROWN SCHOOL
#EPISODE✉30

 

 

Staying at Mercy’s place during the holidays was the best. After staying for a week and some days, I knew we only have one week left to resume, so I started packing my belongings. I tried calling sister Blessing’s number, but it was either switch off, or not available.

I nee-ded to get in t©uçh with her, so I could know how my movement back to school would be. Whether I was to go back to Abuja or not. I stood beside my small traveling bag, dialing sister Blessing’s number, over and over again.

“Suzy, Suzy!” I heard Mercy’s Mom, calling my name from distance.
As a cultured, and trained child is expected to response, “Ma,” I answered, walking out of the room to meet her, but she beat me to it.
“Oh, you’re here,” she walked in. “Your mom just called me, that your Dad said you should go back to school from here instead of coming to Abuja again,” she said. “Blessing would be here as your mom told me, to deliver some things your Mom and Dad wants to give you,” she concluded.
I couldn’t hide my happy smile.

Dad really did well. “Thank you ma,” I said to her. “I’ve been trying sister Blessing’s number as well, but it wasn’t going.” I told her.

“Don’t bother yourself anymore,” Mercy’s mom said. “She would be here as your Mom said. Just let me know the things you will nee-d to take to school, and when you would love to go back, so John can be around.”
I smiled gratefully at her. “Yes ma, thank you ma.”
She smiled back. “Mercy would be happy to know you’re still around.”
I chuckled lightly. Mercy had hvgged me, k!$$£d me, carried me, and have done all sort of silly things to say goodbye to me. Guess Dad could feel I was enjoying this place.
As I was told, sister Blessing c@m£ around with everything I nee-ded to take to school, including that special gift. When sister Blessing handed it to me, I thought I was dreaming. Though he told me to expect it, but I wasn’t expecting it so quic-k. I was so excited. My Samsung Tab phone, was flat, and very big. That day, I called Dad and said to him plenty ‘thank you’, which I could not remember how many times I said it.

I even told him how much I love him. I could hear a light chuckle from him when I said it. I knew he was ma-king jest of me, because when it comes to lesson, I can’t remember saying ‘thank you’ with so much pas-sion, a very loud voice, and a happy face. Not to talk of telling him how much I love him.
You know there are some things people will do for you, that you can’t help but tell them how much you love them, and they will wonder if that was coming out from the same person, who never said a word about their feelings to them. Guess that was how Dad felt when I repeatedly told him how much I love him. And truly, I did love him no matter what. But that Tab he bought me, deserves a special kind of I love you, and thank you.

Mercy’s mom surprised me, by buying everything I wrote on the list I gave to her. Including, all the menu menu p@rt. And some of things I did not write down. They bought me a very big traveling box, bigger than the one Mom bought me. My provisions was three times of what I always take to school before. Mercy also bought me her favourite chocolates, including some t©ps, and a beautiful go-wn. I was full of joy at how wonderfully they treated me.

I could remember how Dad would give me money to buy notebooks and pen, pencils, eraser, and some things that is required of students. I took pictures with Mercy, with my new Tab. We hvgged each other from time to time. She would pretend as if she was crying, and I would hvg her again. It was so silly, but it was fun, and the love was there. I love my cousin a lot. And I can bet it with anyone, that when it comes to Suzy, she doesn’t joke with her favourite cousin.
Mercy’s Dad gave me some money the day I was leaving, and also did Mercy’s mom. They embr@ced me, helped me with my things into the car, and bade them goodbye as I entered the car with Mr. John.
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When you finally become a s£nior, there is always a new spirit, that takes over everything about you.
Your spoken English, would somehow be similar to the Americans, because of the strong phonetics you will add to it. Your style of walking, would change. The way you carry your books, or your bags would change.
Is just the spirit of finally being a s£nior.
Crown school students are back again! And the new s£niors c@m£ with a new styles.
Dressed in my new uniform, new socks, new shoes, new bag, new books, and a new phone. It was just a stage you can’t help but get something new. I walked side by side with Temi and Kunmi to the dinning hall. When Mr. John brou-ght me, they were so happy to see me.
When they wanted to help me with my big box, they were like, ‘Suzy, are you not going to leave Crown school’. I laughed, knowing how much I’ve been packed inside the box.
I shared with them the chocolates Mercy bought me, but I also remained some for myself. I was glad to see Kunmi had bounced back. She was looking cheerful and beautiful as always. And of course, news was carried about that a new boy in ss1 won a scholarsh!p.
Now I could share in the spirit why everyone wanted to see the new girl then, because I also couldn’t wait to see the lucky boy who won a scholarsh!pto Crown school. One of the best schools in Lagos, Nigeria. I agreed to what everyone said about the school, because it was true.
Other prefects and I were quic-k to get to school on time before anyone. I couldn’t finish my food just to get to school on time.

“Suzy hi,”

“Head girl you’re welcome,”
Everyone greeted, as I walked out of the dining. Myself, and the rest of the prefects made sure the school was clean and neat. We monito-red the cleaners, as we were told to do.

Crown school was back to their works, and activities. Fun was back again. And that time when you have to stand on the stage, and talk with your whole, support and be against some perspectives, is always fun, and lively.

“Head girl,” the principal called me as usual. Guess he had forgotten my name was Suzy. Every time he calls me, he calls me head girl. And most of the teachers practice it too in the clas-s.

To solve anything calculation, head girl.

To answer any question, head girl.

They believed I know it all, but they were wrong.

“Head girl are you listening?” I heard my principal’s voice.

“Yes sir,” I lied.

“Okay.” he gave me a small book. “On our coming literary and debate, we would be talking about dressing. How do someone perceives you with your dressing. What do guys think about girls who dress half n-ked. And about guys who sag,” he said. “It is there, just check it. Let people know about these questions so they can p@rticipate, know what to talk about and do some research.” He concluded.

“Yes sir,” I bowed as usual.

“Less I forget,” he quic-kly said. “The boy should have arrived here,” he murmured to himself, but I could hear him clearly. “Okay. Since the boy is not here, you can -” the door interrupted what he was about to say. He looked up, and the boy walked in.
“Very good Emmanuel. What took you so long?” Principal asked the boy, gesturing his hand for him to have his seat. He was not tall nor short. He cautiously walked in, taking his bow, and stealing a glance at me, before he sat down. He looked a bit younger, dark, and lean in stature.

“Head girl, meet Emmanuel, our new scholar,” he introduced.
I smiled at the name principal called the boy.
“He got this year scholarsh!p,” he went on explaining.
“Emmanuel,” he said to the boy. “That’s Suzy our head girl, who also made it here just like you with scholarsh!p. ”
“Wow!” I heard the boy said and stood up. “It’s nice meeting you Suzy,” he stretched his right hand. I took it with a smile.

“My plea-sure,” I said. “I hope you know you can’t relent but work ha-rder.” I couldn’t believe I was giving lecture Luke my Dad.
“Hmm..” I heard the principal cleared his throat.
I smiled, because I didn’t know how I could start giving advice like that, but I knew I wanted to say something, and it c@m£.
“Now, Emmanuel you know what you’re in for. She turned out to be our head girl today because she kept to her work, and never let her studies behind. That was why she was here, and she didn’t disappoint us. Remember why you’re here,” he added for Emmanuel.
“Yes sir, thank you sir,” he sincerely said, and bowed.
How time flies. I was once like him, when the principal welcomed me into Crown school.
It was the best day of my life. I bade the principal goodbye, and left. But resumed to my work. I made sure everyone got the t©pic of the coming literary and debate. I threw out the questions we are expecting answers from, and I could see everyone was excited about it, especially the guys.
But I wondered why the guys were excited in p@rticular.

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√we went about our usual clas-ses, normal activities, while we prepare for the coming and literary debate. I expected our English teacher to anchor it this time around, but officially, the school chose me. It was stressful, interesting, and took so much of my time and other prefects preparing for the day.

We were having our social gathering when a guy at the back just shouted
“Dressing!”
Other guys picked it up, disturbing the activities going on.
“bu-m short!”
“Showcasing br@ and p@n-t!” Another shouted.
Hahaha… I could not laugh much.
That was when I got why the guys were so excited about the t©pic.
“It’s a natural something!”
“Dressing!”
The ss3 guys were the one ma-king so much noise that we couldn’t control them.
It was time to mimick, and everyone was having fun doing it. Mary, one of the prefects got up and everyone cl@pped so ha-rd as if she was coming out to say one important thing.
“Prefects in the building,” she hail, and put on the act. “Head girl come here. Head girl do this. No head girl, you don’t say that. Head girl you nee-d to talk to your others.”
The prefects laughed, and some who knew who Mary was talking about screamed out the name.
“Principal!” They shouted, and every attention was on me.
Questions on current affairs was asked. Correct, and wrong English, dancing, drama, and many more. It was fun.
•••

Life, in Crown school hall, stood Crown school students, teachers, our great principal ever, c@m£ra man, reporters, invited guests, invited schools, and me standing on the stage.
Quiet and peaceful, I courageously walked forward.
“Good morning everyone. I’m Suzy James, your anchor for today.” I introduced myself and everyone cl@pped, and cheered.

“Head girl like no other!”

“Head girl!” They screamed and I couldn’t hide my big smile.
Immediately, I went straight to the point, after welcoming everyone.”The t©pic before me, says, how do we perceive people’s dressing. From guys point of view, and girls point of view.” I introduced the t©pic once again. “There is a list of people who had put down their names in other to share their views.” I said.

“Welcome on stage, Temilola Bashua,” I announced, and everyone welcomed her. She got to the stage and collected the microphone from me, while I encouraged her to go on.
“Firstly, I would like us to know that our dressing speaks,” she began, and everywhere bec@m£ silent. “The way you dress, is the way people will perceive what they think you are. Ladies who dress half n-ked, there are types of guys they attra-ct, and you see them with.” Everyone cl@pped, and cheer her on.
“I once asked my brother when he was d@t!nga p@rticular girl. Because my brother has his place, so the girl would come in bu-m short, and crop t©p leaving her belly bu-tton opened. And all sort of uncovered clothes,” she continued. “I asked if he was planning on marrying the girl. But he looked at me as if I said something so big. And the next thing he asked me, ‘hope you don’t want to start dressing like that’.”

“So, I said what if I start to?” Temi kept on talking. “But what he said answered my question. ‘You’re a responsible girl, so wear your bu-m short inside, and show your n-kedness in your room’.”
Everyone cl@pped, especially the girls. It was so educative, and I was so proud of her. She went back to her seat. And I respectfully welcomed our speaker on the stage. “plea-se welcome on stage, a wonderful, talented, great woman who is going around to build up Youths. Welcome on stage, Mrs. Regina,” I called, and everyone gave a standing ovation.
“Wow!” I love what the girl just said.” Mrs. Regina started.

“A responsible lady won’t go about opening her n-kedness to the whole world. Responsible girls won’t go about dressing half n-ked. Guys perceive them as chop and clean mouth. Some would even say, they are meant for outing. So coming down to guys that sag,” Mrs Regina said.

“I don’t see them as responsible guys. To me, they are not mature enough.” Mrs Regina kept on talking, and the students cheered her on.

The words, and everything the guest speaker said was very tou-ching. Everyone p@rticipated, and it was fun.

Your dressing speaks!

 

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