Life! I don’t get it, do you? At about just the adequate amount of typical things take place and you are left twigging those occasions for hours and days. It just baffles me that just a little random assemblage could make me out-spoken and force me to vent my feelings here to share with you people.
You all people have earnestly become members of my life. Your encouragements and your galvanizing comments are the only reason we try to write more. You guys are the ones to whom I secretly try to impress by my words. So thank you all! You all take out time to read our blog and then share your opinions about it, sometimes it gives us an altered prospect to think on, and we appreciate it all!:) So as I was saying. The other day in our morning assembly at school the deputies and the heads of prefects came up with a very novel and reveling concept.
They awarded few of the prefects who had been loyal and flawless to their duties. They told us that every month they will honor the few ideals. When this thought hit the prefect’s ears, the mumbles spontaneously incepted. Everybody dreamed to be the next to be appreciated. A new light shone in our young eyes!
The following morning there was a casual all-prefect meeting to discuss more about the new initiative. Some of the teachers attended it and everybody started discussing their share of ideas and the problems they faced. After our over-views, one of the teachers whom I personally respect very much stood up to give us a speech. No, actually I think it was a heart to heart talk really.
She told us how our appearance and performance should be accurate so that it could become an example for our juniors and the non-prefects. These duties we do, we do it to perform mere khidmat of Aqa Maula TUS and so we should be flawless at it and that it was a very big responsibility to us and we should do it loyally and modestly.
These particular words of hers hit me instantly to the nook of my heart. “You are the ones your juniors look up to after us. You guys have to be the most perfect to be the PREFECTS!” I was rapidly left with thoughts of what I do and how I behave and what a show-off I become at times. I was moved by her words, she had inspired me to become a better person a better prefect abruptly.
I admire her for that! But at the same time I was filled with distress, now that I knew my real duty my young shoulders were burdened with immense authorities. I was actually abashed and solemnly hoped to get the strength to be able to make my beloved teachers happy and proud in the last years of my schooling life.
Yellow house Prefect, MSB