It started out like this: I wore a TCT tank top to school. My mom put a PE tank top in my bag. So I brought two PE uniforms to school but no proper ones. Forgetting to bring a shirt isn't like forgetting to bring a book. Trust me.
Anyway, Brandon lent me his shirt. I dunno why but he did. I tried to reject but failed. So he took one of my tank tops to wear. Well I couldn't just let him get scolded for me, so I though of a solution... Where timing was essential. Quite exciting, really.
To start off, I called home to make sure I was missing the shirt. I was. Then with a guilty concience, I went down to assembly, where I put together the timings and people involved while umm... he... was making his speech. Okay. Actually the remedy to the problem was quite simple. Ask my one of my parents to give it to me. Simple. Not very nice, but possible. The problem was in getting the shirt, returning mine to Brandon and not getting scolded.
I went to the toilet to message my father to give me my shirt in exactly 15 minutes. Then, I went to class for the thermometer check I did not have to attend. We were locked out because SOME PEOPLE lost the key for the 5th time (or so, I can't remember). At least this time only the people at fault will have to pay.
After sorting that out, we went to the CPA for some briefing and a keynote address. But before that, I went to the toilet again to check on my phone. Really, the toilet's a very useful place. My father declined my request, so I asked my mother to come in exactly 15 minutes. She declined as well. LOL. But she said she could pass it to me on her way to work, which meant I had to wait for over another half and hour. I went on the the CPA after that, where Brandon agreed to leave for the toilet when I told him to.
For once, during the wait I was attentive. I paid attention even though I wasn't going for the symposium. When the time for me to leave neared, I looked for the perfect oppurtunity to ask for permission to go to the toilet. It happened when we got briefed on who was going where. When I was in the toilet, I messaged Brandon and gave the shirt to him (I wore the TCT tank top inside) and ran to the roundabout. RAN. You know how I run. My mom was just driving in. No wait for both of us. I just have to love my timing sometimes. So I got my shirt, went to the toilet for the fourth time to change, and went back. It was as though nothing happened.
However, Brandon told his teacher about lending me a shirt as an explaination for not wearing one. So much for the total secrecy. Haha but she didn't make a big fuss out of it anyway. Good.
Note: I wrote this yesterday but had no internet.
