3D2N Year 1 Camp at Pasir Ris

Day 1

At 7.40 am, we went to our mentor classrooms first. Our instructor Eugene (Krabs) sounded really like Mr Ang, our discipline master, looked like Mr Ang and spoke like Mr Ang. His "cliche" is "See, it wasn't that difficult right?" From 8-9 am, we waited for the bus under the hot, scorching sun with our extremely heavy and bulky bags. When we reached the campsite under the burning sun with our loads, we... waited, again. For? I forgot. I even forgot whether we waited or not. I left my bags under the scorching sun for 5 minutes and touched the zip. You know what I meant. Later we went to a chalet and played silly games like MRT and The Lost Shepherd. In the MRT we had "tracks" to build a path for the ball to move to a bucket. The lost shepherd was a game where you had to give directions to a blindfolded guy to look for something. Later we play "kidnapped". The game organiser randomly chose someone from each class to be kidnapped, unfortunately it was me. They took 10 minutes to tie me up and I took only 10 secs to be freed. However, I spent 1.5 hours waiting, and I had no idea what had happened before my group finally found me. Later we went to sleep with 13 boys in a small room with only 2 twin beds. I slept on the bed, while some of my friends slept on sleeping bags.

Day 2

We played sillier games. One of them was multi-level captain's ball. Every round we added one new object. There were 5 objects on the 5th round. The basketball was worth 10 points, the smaller blue ball was worth 20 points, the even smaller red ball was worth 30 points, the even even smaller ping pong ball was worth not 40 points but 50 points and the chicken (real but raw and dead) was worth 100 points. Someone tore the chicken meat into pieces (as each piece was worth 100 points) and it was gross. One of my schoolmates got slashed by the chicken beak. As expected, we got the least points. Later we played the not-so-amusing amusing race. I was too lazy to write the details. Then we had the campfire at night. Every class had to perform and our performance was apparently the worst. One of the year two classes performed a skit "How to be ****". I couldn't even hear what they were saying, all I knew was that the "How to be ninja", "How to be gangster", "How to be emo" and "How to be nerd" from Youtube were way better. Later we... ZZZZZZZZ...

Day 3
Home sweet home at 1.30 pm.

Btw, we had not sat on a chair (seat) ever since we arrived at the campsite, other than on the bus. So you know how wobbly my legs were. I slept till dinner time.