6C stories

The awaited prize presentation ceremony

The annual prize presentation ceremony has arrived, it wasn't the end of the year yet, but it came earlier than it was expected. Us, 6C, were looking forward to it, we were looking forward to hearing the headmistress call our names and receiving standing ovations from our fellow schoolmates and teachers. At least, that was what we were expecting. But reality is cruel. We expected our class to win numerous awards, we expected Mr Muthu Raja to get the Best Teacher award, we also expected our class to receive the Best Class award, but expectations are never the same as reality. You'll get what I mean. Read on.

The day of the prize presentation ceremony finally arrived, we were real excited. We went down the stairs to the hall cheerfully, discussing about how to celebrate after receiving the awards. We got seated, and started chatting, loudly, you know 6C. We got shushed by the teachers. The prize presentation ceremony soon started and we sat there watching full of hope and excitement.

The first award had been the best calligrapher award. Felicity, from 6D, got the award. We were disappointed that Jason didn't get it, but we were happy for Felicity. We clapped for her. The second award was the best conduct award. I knew I was on the nomination list, so I was really nervous, and silently praying that I can receive the award. The headmistress called out the student who got the award, "Astrid Evans, from class 6C." I was real delighted, but I really wanted 6C to get an award representing the whole class.

Awards passed, we clapped and clapped, we cheered and cheered. We still didn't get called. Even the best teacher award was received by Mrs Petosa, the strictest, every single kid in the school hates her. We felt a bit unfair but kept it down. Another five awards passed, and it was down to the last one. Even Mr Muthu Raja didn't get the best teacher award, maybe he was a bit too loose dealing with deadlines.

Anyways, it was down to the last award, it was either all or nothing. If we didn't get this, all our celebration plans would be ruined and end up in vain. We concentrated hard, trying not to mishear the headmistress. We heard her clearly as she said, "Now it comes down to this award, the final one, the best class. In primary 6, the best class award goes to..." We were staring hard, even though none of us felt much hope, we desperately wanted that award. "6D!" We felt like we were down a cliff, we felt depressed, losing an award we always hoped for, still, we didn't forget showing our congratulations, even though deep down we were furious.

We heard the ECA organiser, "This is the end of today's prize presentation, please return to your classrooms with your class teachers." We felt extremely disappointed and ashamed, we knew everyone knew that we really wanted that award, we knew that we would get teased by the other classes. Then we heard the headmistress clearly and firmly, "Wait, I would like to add an extra award." We turned to the stage again, with our hopeful eyes locked at it. We heard her, "Let me present the Most Improvement on Discipline award, and that goes to..." We held our breaths, and stared at the headmistress's paper in her hands. "Class 6C! Congratulations!" We were surely surprised, we walked up the stage, feeling proud. The headmistress congratulated us and smiled, "You definitely deserved that." Harry, as the representative, held up the trophy and we bowed. Everyone in the audience clapped and cheered for us. We felt extremely proud.

After the prize presentation ceremony, we celebrated, with the teachers, and didn't sleep until 1:00 a.m. We stayed up late at night and went night exploring in the school grounds like we always do and stayed in the dorms because of celebration. We were proud, and felt like we achieved great success.

This meant so much to us, we achieved excellence. Be grateful, remember.