My Journey

Assalamualaikum and welcome! I really hope you don't leave me since I haven't wrote for so long. Today I have a topic about... Student Representative Council President Basically, about SRC. We just had an SRC president election today, but we don't know who won yet. So in this post, I'd like to write what I know and my opinions about the position. First and foremost, there are seven different candidates. Each have different personalities and character traits, and they each have different views and opinions about being an SRC president. Each of them had given a speech on stage in front of the whole secondary students and teachers. All my life, I've never understood what the Student Representative Council do. I thought it must have no difference with prefects. But of course, I was wrong. The SRCs do more than that. A friend told me that the SRCs have to manage the school, events, food, equipment, trips, facilities, discipline and behaviors of student...

Everyone gasped after hearing the news about the death of Mr. Dunston. Cliff immediately immersed himself in a deep thought. "How?" Cleo whispered without any real reason. Ivy shrugged, her solemn face turned expressionless. "How should I know? The sergeant only sent some of his people a few minutes ago." Cliff suddenly jerked his head up, a somber look showing on his thin face, mingled with realization. "What if -," he began, but a coming officer stopped him in his tracks. The officer looked younger and less experienced than the others, a weary smile was carved on his lips. He wasn't fit like all the other officers the children knew, but not too skinny either. His auburn hair lay flat under his cap and his electric green eyes twinkled, displaying a hint of enthusiasm. "Hi," he greeted as he approached the group. "Sergeant Simerwell sent me to get you." Cliff and the others didn't move. "Is the ...