WSC Update: Day 2

Konbanwa, minna!

Despite it's been a while, I'd like to continue my post of my WSC...

So anyway, back to June 7th 2015. The second day of WSC. There's the Bowl. A time where teams work together to achieve major points, and where my team, as usual, falls apart every time.

Since my team is made up from the school's disbanded underground drama club, we turned up with our PAC shirts. It's been a while since I've seen us in the same red blacks, so it was sentiment. 

Team PAC 529

It also stands for 'People Are Crazy'

 We agreed with one another that if the question was based on that person's topic, they'd use the clicker to answer. We split the 6 subjects amongst ourselves, so each of us got 2 topics; I, as usual, took Arts & Music and Literature. We did that to avoid as many mistakes as possible, because only the person in charge of that particular topic would know the right answer.

Our clicker selfie!

 We fought. A LOT. I think it's natural for teams to fight during the Bowl. The teams I'm on, at least. Because we fight over the clicker, and we contradict whether the answer we chose was right or not. There's always a storm in the Bowl. But I guess the tensions were higher this year, because I was the only girl on the team, and I'm usually a hot-head- being with naturally short-tempered boys made the team explosive. Literally. But we managed to cool down during half-time, because that was the moment when we took our alpaca adoption oath!

Us with our brand new alpacas!

So begins the second half. More fights, more brawls. I noticed this year they have the Lightning Round, where you match a design of a shirt with the particular options given. We got all 12 Lightning Rounds, alongside Mystery Rounds, in the bag! If only I could say the same with the Bonus Rounds, which of course, cost us more than 2500 points =-=. We bagged the last round, me and Rafiq jumped out of our seats screaming! But I wish SyD could've given more emotion. I mean, we bagged the last round, didn't we? We didn't during our first WSC together, I guess it was more of a redemption for me. We fought again, and I was more mad with SyD, because he made it look like Rafiq contributed to our many loss of points. Rafiq played the peacemaker between us but we lost our heads. He left, but SyD didn't do anything to stop him. I was pretty cross, so neither did I.

We went down to the canteen for lunch. When we queued up, I noticed Rafiq didn't join us so I got worried. I mean, we were very mad at him before, even though he was trying to calm the both of us down. So I called him, who turned out to have left for the toilet. Heh ^^;

We managed to get a shot of the medals before they gave them away during the ceremony

Long story short, we came back from lunch and had the awards giving ceremony. Okay, EVERYONE was down in the dumps, because none of us were convinced we could win anything. For some reason, I had my hopes for something in debate, maybe an honourable mention at least; I got an honourable mention during my first WSC, and I was in the showcase too, so I thought there was nothing wrong in hoping. But of course... I didn't get anything for Debate. So we practically surfed through the awards ceremony, hearing the crowds scream when their names were announced or displayed on the honour roll. Really, that was absolutely depressing. That is, until they announced the awards for the overall Challenge.

For the Challenge, they give out medals for best students in each subject, but then there's the overall award. I'd been watching the names scroll over the screen, wishing our names would be somewhere there. And guess what? I SAW MINE. They were going through the list of silver medalists for the overall Challenge. AND MY NAME WAS THERE. I WAS A SILVER MEDALIST!

I was absolutely shocked. I gawked the whole time. Rafiq was ecstatic. He was grinning and clapping, cheering me to go get my medal. I smiled back at him and quickened my pace. It was the school director who put the medal around my neck. He was about to shake my hand; recalling what happened with Ian Leng, I bowed and said, "Sorry." He was all, "Nah, don't worry about it!" I came by to my seat all happy. I flipped the silver medal in my hand. I felt jumpy, coz this is my first WSC medal. SyD wasn't all that happy for me though. He kept using his sarcastic ways to go at me (sarcasm hurts when you use it at the wrong time).

Then they have this award where they give a medal to the top scorer from each school. Atiqah won the junior division medal, while I got the one for senior. That makes it two for me. SyD insisted on wearing one of my medals. I didn't argue because we fought too much already. They have this new category: Champion Scholars. My name was on the honour roll, so all these awards felt like total redemption for what happened in Singapore last year. SyD wasn't happy as much. I was a bit offended. Rafiq kept pushing him and said, "Can't you be happy for her?" I guess he would be happy when we'd go for the Globals. We waited for our team number to crop up but when it took too long, I started to lose hope. But there it was, Team 529. I screamed and cried, hugging my knees. SyD had no expression at all. We couldn't do anything anymore. Before we left for home (me, my uncle's apartment), we took pictures together.

Team  KOPU

A selfie with the team

 .:MIMI TACHIKAWA:.