The beginning was about stress and nerves, the essence that something big was about to happen was immistakable. Most of “the Guides”, as their badges said, were shaking or silent. I was on the same level; the stress became contagious when in such high quantities. Like a gas pouring over the crowd that was gathering, it only got stronger when the vans pulled up. The Head honcho wore a dark back suit with a faded sky blue under shirt; nothing about him seemed aggressive but everything was intimidating. I made my way around taking pictures feeling slightly out of place, I didn’t really know where I was supposed to be. But it didn’t seem to matter as the crowd kept moving towards the next event.
The whole presentation had changed over the past 3 days. The interary the same but the drummers walked with us to the stage and (impressively) kept a strong beat as we went. Flags stood out of the ground in the field, every one important was seated, the dancers went out in an arc, and their mom’s followed them also in Dancer attire. This was new, and also very cute the parents trying to keep up with their kids. (Although my mom never has to keep up with me since she is the greatest mom in the world and can do anything, of course) It was amazing how many people had showed up already, an entire village worth of people. And its only 9:30.
I followed the brigade of onlookers, parents, digniataries and guides to the next few destinations. I was heeled up against some of the older students also taking pictures, I couldn’t help but to feel a little “faranged out” although in this case I was a respected Farang. Beyond the stress of it all, the preparation was showing. Each station knew what they were doing and could explain it as the Big Man laid out a birage of curious questions. He was certainly on a mission, moving quickly seeing only what he had to see before moving on.
Something was building as Arworn rushed by me; her stress level had risen past the calm threshhold. Actually speaking of which every teacher was now in a frantic craze. I asked Arworn what was going on.
“He is going up stairs soon, not eating lunch…” I realize that what this meant was the Big Man was skipping the scheduled lunch, going straight through everything. This meant a lack of set up time, moving supplies from room to room, suddenly I began to feel a growing panic within myself…and I didn’t even have to present.
To help Arworn I ran around the school gathering the P.6 students who didn’t know, I turned on the equipment in the English room, preped Gun, and did my rounds of trying to calm people down. Which by effect was a little harder when you are rushed to do so. Soon enough however the Big Man on campus moved up the concrete stairs and past the mirror and decorative flora. Countdown, 3…we are prepared… 2… Everything is in place, everyone knows their stuff …1…wait, he still has the Math room. Gun does what I would decribe as an angry hop with an expression of pain. I agreed.
The whole presentation had changed over the past 3 days. The interary the same but the drummers walked with us to the stage and (impressively) kept a strong beat as we went. Flags stood out of the ground in the field, every one important was seated, the dancers went out in an arc, and their mom’s followed them also in Dancer attire. This was new, and also very cute the parents trying to keep up with their kids. (Although my mom never has to keep up with me since she is the greatest mom in the world and can do anything, of course) It was amazing how many people had showed up already, an entire village worth of people. And its only 9:30.
I followed the brigade of onlookers, parents, digniataries and guides to the next few destinations. I was heeled up against some of the older students also taking pictures, I couldn’t help but to feel a little “faranged out” although in this case I was a respected Farang. Beyond the stress of it all, the preparation was showing. Each station knew what they were doing and could explain it as the Big Man laid out a birage of curious questions. He was certainly on a mission, moving quickly seeing only what he had to see before moving on.
Something was building as Arworn rushed by me; her stress level had risen past the calm threshhold. Actually speaking of which every teacher was now in a frantic craze. I asked Arworn what was going on.
“He is going up stairs soon, not eating lunch…” I realize that what this meant was the Big Man was skipping the scheduled lunch, going straight through everything. This meant a lack of set up time, moving supplies from room to room, suddenly I began to feel a growing panic within myself…and I didn’t even have to present.
To help Arworn I ran around the school gathering the P.6 students who didn’t know, I turned on the equipment in the English room, preped Gun, and did my rounds of trying to calm people down. Which by effect was a little harder when you are rushed to do so. Soon enough however the Big Man on campus moved up the concrete stairs and past the mirror and decorative flora. Countdown, 3…we are prepared… 2… Everything is in place, everyone knows their stuff …1…wait, he still has the Math room. Gun does what I would decribe as an angry hop with an expression of pain. I agreed.
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