Moving Day

Moving Day

Packing the SC Room is a horrible job.

Wait, did I just say that? Let's try that again.

Packing the SC Room is a horrible job.

Looks like that idea's going to stick. Don't blame me though, the sheer adventure of such a task is way too much for an average 15 year old to handle.

The SC Room has been hidden away in a corner of the school, sandwiched by the massive, comfortable CO Room, and the neat, orderly kept NPCC Room. Oh the irony. As fate loves a good joke every now and then, it was only natural that the SC Room had to be the sore thumb sticking out between these two well kept CCA Rooms.

Over the years the original SC Room back in Tanjong Rhu had collected its fair share of memorablia from each school event, and then some. Apparently, every single batch of SCs had been hoping that our cozy little (and I mean little) SC room would somehow grow to accomodate every single logistic that we throw in. That, or we used to have a closet with Narnia hidden inside.

So it was inevitable that one day a certain batch of SCs would finally decide that some things just had to go. We had to put our food down, and turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to each and every item's pleads to allow them to stay inside. After all, how else could another decade of Student Councillors be able to continue storing the most random of items inside the Room?

It was tough sometimes, deciding what to do with certain items found. Did we find a ragged, old shirt that nobody would every want to wear again, or a precious remaining piece of history marking an early pioneered event? Most of the time, the painful decision ended up in the former.

We did manage to salvage the string of shirts taken from various events past that were hung up along the window of the Room, the same way corridors in mansions are often lined with portraits of family ancestors or past inhabitants. They weren't just shirts - they were heritage.

It took some time, beads of sweat and a whole lot of space in the rubbish bin to finally clear out the items that we decided we didn't need anymore. Although the packing was not finished (Only the blazers were all in their respective boxes), it was heartening to see how much we had achieved, yet a small tinge of pity was present when I saw the small pile that would have to go through another check.

Actually, cleaning the SC Room isn't all that horrible. It's abit like going through a time capsule - any small find excites all of us inside the Room, and then we get spurred on to search a little bit more, discovering what else lay inside the room. Despite the fact that nobody could take five steps in any direction without touching the wall, the Room held its charm with the occasional memento from a year or two back.

It was almost magical, the whole experience, and really is an experience that strengthens any councillor's bond to the council. The Room's collection of treasures never failed to suprise and delight every now and then. It turned a job into an adventure. Perhaps, in its own way, our SC Room does hold a Narnia after all.