The Great Noise
24 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment
The class was sleepily silent as the teacher rambled on, sometimes a very tired answer echoing through the sun-filled classroom, like one who is very tired of what you are saying but answers anyway.
I sucked my sweet inconspiciously, so to keep awake. Sugar, every variety of chocolate and caffeine always had some magic with me that I could not explain, keeping me awake and, if I had too much, hyperactive.
Outside, a strange noise was rumbling. I raised my head, wondering what the strange sound was. It seemed to be growing louder, too.
Louder and louder it grew, and suddenly it grew so loud that you could immediately discern it was created by a large group of people.
Curiosity seemed to spark in my classmates as they realised what was happening. One by one they began wondering aloud who was making such a racket.
The loud ‘ohhhhhh’ — the sound you would hear in Singapore whenever someone did something wrong, by accident or otherwise —- continued on for about a minute before a muscular teacher walked out of the neighbouring classroom and shouted out (and because we ‘freshmen’ studied on the first floor) to the students on the fourth floor to shut up and get on with their studies.
Then the bell rang, and the school exploded into screams of joy.
