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Saturday, January 16, 2010

Something that took place in school

“Mr. Sng! Look out!” I cried out in contradicting dumbstruck horror, following the seemingly doomed flight path of the javelin hurtling towards my Track and Field teacher Mr. Sng. I was sure that the javelin would impale him judging from its trajectory, therefore causing our school to make the headlines the following day. If only I knew what was in store for me when I attended CCA training that day…

The much awaited ringing of the school bell that marked the end of each day seemed to come later than usual, the last period being the mundane subject of History which was my most hated subject. At the end of a long and arduous day no one was quite in the mood for Qin Shi Huang and World War Two, especially in a stuffy classroom where the “rotating” fan blades produced hardly anything at all except a distracting “clack clack clack”. What’s more, I still had to slog through my Track and Field javelin training, although throwing long, sharp metal sticks into a grass field does have stress removing properties. When the bell finally rang, it was like a gift from heaven, calling out to us like moths to a flame. Little did I know that a flame was indeed waiting for me later that day.


Jonathan getting ready to throw a javelin


As usual our teacher-in-charge Mr. Sng supervised our training, giving us tips here and there while we threw, or rather for the newer members, flung our javelins. As he stood on the other side of the field, observing the distance our javelins covered, shaking his head ever so slightly whenever a javelin spun out of control, he turned abruptly without warning, just as I released a javelin from my hand. I watched in horror as the metal pole cut through the air like a hot knife through butter, shooting towards Mr. Sng like a deadly arrow. I shouted a warning at him, the oversized metal toothpick still gaining speed and threatening to pierce my teacher through the gut. At the last moment he miraculously turned to the side, oblivious as the javelin whizzed past his head harmlessly, embedding itself in the grass a few centimeters away from where he was standing. I thought that such close and exaggerated misses only happened in movies but clearly I was mistaken!

Realising that he was almost skewered by me, Mr. Sng’s face turned the brightest shade of red you could imagine, looking very much like a beetroot. Showering me with an interesting combination of incoherent shouting and flying spittle, coupled with wild hand and leg movements, I could tell throwing another javelin that was within a ten meter radius from him was a very bad idea. Oh well, I guess you can consider the chances of the javelin missing to be on par with the chances of a golf novice getting a hole in one, though I definitely would not want a hole in any one of my teachers!


My senior Zhao Chen skillfully throwing a javelin (and not hitting anyone)

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