My heart sank when i first heard of an adventure camp during the first week.. I like camps. Before I attended secondary school. It was due to the experience of my sec one orientation camp which to me was a total failure which took away all the joy and excitement of being pulled into a compulsory camp with all guys again.
All I could think of was just doing activities that were not even fun at all,but just to satisfy the camp instructor. The night before the camp. I went around my house,gathering the things needed for 3 days of monotonous life.
Went in with a mug , went out some clothes, and in again with an insect repellent, this time my mother describe me as something she missed ever since her childhood days - the chinese opera actors,clanging in and out with their swords and shields.
Day One.
Finally,the camp came. Or rather,dreadfully. Before leaving my house for school,I looked at my mobile phone and bade it goodbye. I was told repeatedly by teachers that we were not allowed to bring it along. Maybe,telling us is not enough to restrict me,but their words were enforced by a bag check.We sat down at the courtyard in school after morning assembly. I was waiting for the bag check - which did not took its toll.
We boarded the bus and began embarking on a journey which I thought would be boring. On the way there I took a nap after being tired of complaining that I was so naive to believe that there was a bag check and not bringing my phone.
Arriving at the campsite,my mood was dampened even more by the environment there. It was wet,smelly and no proper facilities nor exciting game obstacles appear in sight. The camp officially started.
We went off to play some team building games which just did not appeal to me at all. It was seriously boring. I just did not see the point of playing these games, throughout the game I was just standing there motionlessly,watching what my friends were doing. Periodically shifting my my weight from one leg to the other. I was hoping that day two would come faster as the activities were more exciting as mentioned by my camp instructor. The dreadful day passed by slowly. The seconds did not went " tick,tick...tick" but instead, I swear it went "tick. Pause. Tick. Pause." Stealing a disbelieving glance at my watch,I was convinced the clock hand was moving backwards.
Day two.
Things got better. The first activity we had in the after breakfast was outdoor cooking. This activity was appealing to almost everyone as it only meant more food even after breakfast. We played a couple of team building games later in the day. Thankfully it was better than day one's boring game. These team building games on day two requires us to run about and hop about. Our muscles were also put to the test.
Time was more hardworking on day two(maybe after a good rest on day one) ,the night fell and it was soon time for the campfire. We had a discussion on what cheer we have to come up with. An idea came to my mind, I suggested we do a dance,a funny one at that. I was just briefly presenting my idea to the class,not having the intention of the class really doing the dance. Twenty minutes later,we were already dancing to the whole secondary three cohord. One word to describe it all. Awesome.
Day three.
Waking up was the easiest of all the three days in camp. Thanks to the fact that i was going home just four hours later i got up. Area cleaning was always a compulsory activity before the school let us we leave any campsite. I,as usual chose the easiest job of all. Sweeping. Just collecting things on the ground into the dustpan was the easiest thing to do. well,compared to washing filthy toilets. A gathering of the whole secondary three level was called upon at the field after the area cleaning.
Yes. Equipped with excitement and joy,I happily took my bags and reported at the rendevous. The feeling was a contrast of what I experience on day one in school. Bading our instructors goodbye,we set off our journey home. This time i napped on the bus again. Back in school, we were dismissed after our form teacher,Madam Chong prayed for the class. "Amen!" ,the class shouted,marking the end of the prayer as well as the marking the start of our days of wearing long pants to school. Bye Secondary Three Camp 2011 !
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