the year that was
The happiest event in my childhood occurred in the year 2000, three classmates and I tried out for the school dance group. It was great to be able to leave class and go to dance rehearsals, although the downside was giving up our lunchtime. Our teacher, Miss Plimmer, said that she would be taking us all to audition for the Olympics opening ceremony dance team.
A small group of us were selected and we were really excited to be a part of something so big. The great thing was that we didn't have to attend school everyday. We came to school then hopped on a chartered bus to an old barren warehouse to practice. Sometimes we'd go practice very early in the morning, at other times we didn't go home until midnight.
It was always fun to go practice because the choreographer told us to keep the details about our performance absolutely secret. I think we were all excited about the mystery surrounding the performance. We'd often find teachers and students asking us about where we went for practice and what sort of things we did.
We used to sing on the bus, as silly as that sounds. We sang along to "We will rock you" and "We are the champions" by Queen. It was as though each day we spent together was so happy and enjoyable. But things were not always that way. After spending so many hours together, people sometimes get on your nerves. There were a fair few arguments, sometimes there were tears and often bitter words were exchanged.
Finally the big day came and it was spectacular. You could sense the waves of excitement emancipating from the audience and the performers. I don't think I'll ever forget that astounding moment, people united by one singular cause. Nor will I forget the standing ovation which ensued. That was certainly a wonderful end to our time at primary school. Even though many of us went on in separate directions in life, I'll always remember the fun times that we spent together in that dingy warehouse and singing along in the bus.
A small group of us were selected and we were really excited to be a part of something so big. The great thing was that we didn't have to attend school everyday. We came to school then hopped on a chartered bus to an old barren warehouse to practice. Sometimes we'd go practice very early in the morning, at other times we didn't go home until midnight.
It was always fun to go practice because the choreographer told us to keep the details about our performance absolutely secret. I think we were all excited about the mystery surrounding the performance. We'd often find teachers and students asking us about where we went for practice and what sort of things we did.
We used to sing on the bus, as silly as that sounds. We sang along to "We will rock you" and "We are the champions" by Queen. It was as though each day we spent together was so happy and enjoyable. But things were not always that way. After spending so many hours together, people sometimes get on your nerves. There were a fair few arguments, sometimes there were tears and often bitter words were exchanged.
Finally the big day came and it was spectacular. You could sense the waves of excitement emancipating from the audience and the performers. I don't think I'll ever forget that astounding moment, people united by one singular cause. Nor will I forget the standing ovation which ensued. That was certainly a wonderful end to our time at primary school. Even though many of us went on in separate directions in life, I'll always remember the fun times that we spent together in that dingy warehouse and singing along in the bus.
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| Not a great angle. Upside down Australia... |
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