Though I thought it was going to be boring seeing how our other activities turned out to be, it was actually what I least expected. I never imagined that my thorough calculation of how I was going to put it was wrong, but I was happy that I was wrong, who would want to enjoy man's worst enemy?
That night was the time of my class's lives, we enjoyed ourselves to death! Even our moderator had the time of her life with her naughty class, though despite being naughty, we're really close with each other even if you count our occassional arguments with each other, but still, we learn to forgive.
I was feeling down when I hadn't brought my portable DVD player, it was essential for our film viewing, which didn't push through -_- but we had our share of a good time.
First, our moderator made us do some parlour games before we feasted our dinner. We played the game "The Boat is sinking" as time passed, we had already done at least 5 rounds of it when finally our moderator said, "That will be your group for tonight". So that's what her plan was, to divide the class into small groups for another activity. So then she made us play yet another parlour game, "Paint me a picture". It was puzzling me and I was anxious to hear. The instructions were set and we were told to paint different pictures, or should I say 'portray' different pictures. We had so much fun and the enjoyment was beginning to stir.
Afterwards, we played the third parlour game, 'The longest line', we were to form the longest line out of what we had, whether it went to clothing or your entire body was going to be used to go and try to triumph. Unfortunately, my group lost, but at least we lost with big, broad smiles on our faces.
Well, after our parlour games, we ate our dinner, thanks to Jollibee. Then, our moderator took us ghost hunting. That was the most thrilling part ever and it brought shivers to most the girl's spines (including mine). We were being told all sorts of weird and creepy ghost tales. Some of them, I thought, came out from a book; I didn't believe most true. I thought I wouldn't sleep that night because we were taken to dark places in our school, I hated and feared dark areas.
After all that excitement, now came the tear-jerking moments, confessions... it wasn't at all bad, but a lot of people said their apologies to people they have wronged in the class. Aside from apologizing, we also had to thank those classmates who made a great difference in our lives. Sadly, no one had thanked me or apologized to me, so I never had my say. But at least, my classmates were all happy and very pink in the face because they were moved or at least touched, or maybe was it the cold chill of air?
Well, I'll just have to leave it here, telling you guys that all was great and my whole class never whiffed a word of 'boring'. That was why our class overnight was the successful one, not the outing, it was boring. Not the Christmas Party, it bored my class to death and I had to make some people tell me I was corny with my speech.
After the overnight, the bond of my class grew stronger, closer and better. We all departed home with smiling, eye bug filled faces.
