Anatomy Of A Stupid.

It’s only graduation.

Started the day late waking up at a shocking 9.20am when clearly I was supposed be present before the VIPs (read: Nasal Ones) arrived at 9.30am. “Yeah right.” I scoffed at myself. Took a comfortable yet redundant shower and brushed my teeth while looking at the person in the mirror. I remember a discreet thought going through my mind at then.. Actually on second thought it was more of a worry, worry about what mention would I get for my grades. At the time it was an orthodox pass.

Arrived and waited for Sam to lend me her spare chef’s jacket (would you get that, on graduation day and no jacket!) and went into the almost full multi purpose hall. At first glance, it looked like people were yearning to click on Pause to the blabbering rendering the air toxic. It was Pierre Rouillon, president of the board of examiners from Toulouse. A thick accented and distorted speech was delivered and the ceremony begun with the other batch first.

Even the ceremony for the BTH (Hotel Management) batch was making me break cold sweat. Perhaps that earlier thought was revisiting again. Name after name was called, slowly many inhabitants of the hall started analyzing and recognizing the patterns of the award giving ceremony. First we figured out the mentions given which are:

Pass

Honorable Pass

Very Honorable Pass

Very Honorable Pass with Congratulations From The Jury

Then we figured out that the names were called in alphabetical order. By the time our batch was up, we finally figured out that the names were called in alphabetical order according to mentions, starting from Pass and ending with VHP Congrats. Digesting the system also made me tremble a little, since knowing that anywhere around G, H, K and L my name could be up next. Category after category passed by, we cheered giddily as Mr Neethia, the emcee at the time opens the line for the next category of mentions.

Honorable Pass goes by and we jump for joy. Many names were mentioned in the VHP list, most of it being from Groups 2, 3 and 4. It finally boiled down to one last name before what I thought would be mine and amazingly it went by right under my nose. Didn’t even realize it and next thing I knew the lines going through my eardrums were akin to a symphony.

“The following students Pass with a Very Honorable mention with Congratulations From The Jury”

Holy Smokes! This was the highest category! I turned to Hadi and we both can’t help but be conxited (confused and excited) and puzzled. So it did happen without any spelling or filing mistakes, Hadi and I walked back to our seats with a VHP, Congratulations AND as a last minute add on the Les Palmes Du Directeur award, one given to those who pass with Congratulations for achieving the highest mention given.

Then finally, the show started for real. The announcement for the Marc Combes Award for Top Student. There was no question about the speculation of the recipients for this award and I can tell you it came down to a number half a hand can count. Despite all the presumptions, pessimism and reverse psychology, I’m very proud to say that Group 2’s very own in house pianist leng lui, Mischa Chong Li Shuang received the prestigious award! The award came together with two trophies and needless to say, a lifetime’s supply of bragging rights.. which she loves.

At the end of it, everyone proceeded upstairs for an unmentioned cocktail function, or what Hadi would call an After Party, had some drinks and a bite or two. Until many of the DC family turned rowdy and began dumping random people into the famous LCS pond in an effort to break the world record for most amount of people in the pond at any one time. Plunges were made..

Followed with more plunges..

.. and even more plunges.

.. Some stopped it in the name of love.. (internal joke)

.. and some even jumped in intentionally *hint hint*Jyn Weii*cough cough*. After a long while we finally got a hold of ourselves. Either that or everyone already went in. Hmm. Incase you’re wondering then yes, I did “contribute” myself to the pond. NOT! Thanks to that idiot of a mob riot started by Tommy, my seats now reek of fresh eggs and floor detergent mixed with cat feces. Thanks!

While most of us were getting soaked, a source reported heavy camwhoring activity coming from the kitchen. I could only handle the one photograph below and was too terrified to view the others. To the reader, find something to hang onto..

LOL! Told you so xP

At the end of the day, this was going to be an afternoon to remember always. It could just be one of those moments forgotten until a reunion dinner is help some decades later, or it could be a moment worth placing in a frame on someone’s desk, but no matter what I know these people will forever stay in my heart for as long as I’ll be facing raw chickens, pots and cranky executive chefs.

Here’s to DC27, the best people I’ve ever worked with and what I believe, is the best batch of DC students Taylor’s College will ever see. Cheers!

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