Sports Day at the School Next Door

The building next to mine is a school, and they have been having their sports day practices for the last one week. It does add some nostalgia to my otherwise wallowing-in-the-present days, but it also makes my days a whole lot noisier. So I end up neglecting work and looking out of the window at these kids on the field doing their "forward march" and "eyes right" and at the smaller kids waving their pom poms to the tunes of Vengaboyz and Aqua (Yes, the music is a little dated).

There is also this horribly annoying teacher who is the compere for the junior sports and she has been rehearsing with the microphone for a long while now. I don't so much mind the noisy kids, but a noisy grown up who keeps saying: "Parents, look at the beautiful costumes your children are wearing as they rush to get makeovers in a race where there are no winners and losers and everybody gets a prize." I appreciate the sentiment, but by now I know her speech by heart.

The kinds of races that the junior school is having include:
Firemen rushing to put of a fire.
Makeover artists speeding to make a record-quick makeover.
Construction workers putting the bricks and cement together to build the fastest house.
Forest rangers trying to be fastest in stopping the tree from falling.

As for me, I always came last in the races at school. There was another girl that came second-last. It did not help matters that I was tall and long-legged and looked like I could take home the gold. So the first few times, people did have expectations. Then they got used to me coming last. All's well that ends well.