MONDAY ARRIVED, yet everybody on the campus was still talking about my performance with the school band. If they asked me about it, there was no big deal about what happened. I just happened to know how to play the drums and was good at it.
But that was the first time that I did it in front of a crowd. So their shock was understandable.
A small sheepish smile escaped my lips when I overheard a conversation by two female students when I passed by them and walked towards the corridor of the senior high building. They were asking each other about the performance, about how old I was, and what strand I was taking on the campus.
“Grade 12, STEM strand,” I said in between their conversation. I gave them a smile and a subtle wink. Both of them beamed in happiness as they squealed in front of
