Assembly Sessions
By Sherene alias Mary Bennet (’89 Batch)
I remember, our school assembly began with the news reading session which I hated the most. However, it was the 'thought for the day' that I always looked forward to. Occasionally, the assembly lasted long and the sweltering heat of the tropical sun was too much to bear for those who had skipped breakfast. Every morning our school principal played western classical music (Mozart or Beethoven) in an attempt to lift our spirits while we marched up to our classrooms. It sounded so surreal to us back then as the music blasted through the loud speakers that were mounted at prominent positions around the school building.
Before we made our way to the classrooms, the house leaders took their positions to stand guard on us to see if our uniforms were in order, shoes were without heels, no jewellery, colourful ribbons or bindis worn and certainly no long or polished nails! Many a times I trembled with fear as they drew near me wondering if they would find something wrong with me that day and breathed a great sigh of relief when I passed undetected.