One Step At A Time

The post about my campus being flooded and a comment that Samantha left reminded me of a story from a bygone era (also known as my childhood). This story took place on a very heavy rainy day in the morning when I was 9 years old I think.

Throughout my schooling days, I took the school bus. Usually it'll stop just outside of the school but because of the heavy rain, there was a jam entering the street my school was located. So he stopped us elsewhere, in front of a high school, opposite of my school. So we had to walk through the high school, passed the soccer field, crossed the street and reached my school. Simple enough.

My friends and I went through the high school and passed soccer field. We stopped by the street because the huge deep drain was overflowing. The water was so murky and the weather was so dark that we couldn't see where the concrete slab to cross the drain. There wasn't any handrails either.

I tried my luck, took the first step and the worst happened. I feel into the drain.

Drowning by Lordmeka.

Thank goodness my huge bag filled with books kept me afloat long enough for my friends to pull me up. Well its not like I was going to drown like the photo anyways. Just maybe saved me from drinking murky water and possibly diarrhea...

Thus I went into class all drenched from head to toe. My books too were wet. Worst part, it rained for the whole day and I was shivering (and on the verge of hypothermia too) throughout the classes. Wet shoes and wet socks.

Ewww...

You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter

5 comments:

Jason said...

OMG! That's so dangerous!

Ah-Bong said...

oddly enough... i found it amusing...

i know, i'm a horrible man. :P

Crazy Sam said...

I too once went to the class all drenched from head to toe. The thing is I don't like to put on raincoat. One time, I was on my way to college and it started to rain, but I didn't care to stop and wear it. Finally when I opened the door to my class room, all my friends had their jaws wide open. There I was standing all drenched like I had just come out of the shower!! And the look on the teacher's face was priceless! Finally one of my friends took me to the hostel and gave me his clothes.

Janvier said...

Primary kah secondary? If primary we're sure the school keeps some spare uniforms.

But you should have just gone home!

Queer Ranter said...

Jason: Tell me about it. So traumatic. :P

Bong: Yes. My misery is your amuzement...

*sob sob

Crazy Sam: Awwww. That's very nice of him.

Janvier: It was primary school but no one offered me spare clothes also... Can't go back either way. Bus left already.