Reflection on Wednesday by Wang Haina

A sad piece of news arrived early in the morning while I was sleeping on the canteen table- my buddy was sick so she could not accompany me today. Anyway, I followed Wyn, the brilliant buddy of Zeng Ni.
For the first time in the week, at 7:45 am, Victorians had their morning assembly. It was a glorious event, a source of pride, solidity and joy. The national anthem of Singapore left me very nice impression as it was full of positive energy. The music was played by the school's orchestra club. Gosh, it reminded me of my days in primary school! Only then did I see an orchestra playing our national anthem. After I entered middle school, boring megaphones did the job.
After that was the National Pledge. The student spoke it at a very fast pace and in very standard English! I wondered why they tend to speak Singlish in daily life when they can actually speak English so well...
The morning assembly was like a news conference. The school leaders talked about the school's excellent A-level results, stirring a huge amount of excitement.  Then there were small talks given by various (non-profit) organisations in and out of the school to introduce their missions and ask Victorians to join them. Next, a school leader solemnly pointed out that some students have stolen yearbooks from their schoolmates. And lastly, we NUS VJC visiting group was very honoured to be allowed to go up the stage and say hi to Victorians!
Another remarkable activity today is Wyn's choir training for CCA. One of my SM1 schoolmates was also in the choir!! I learned that the choir in VJC is world-class and in fact ranks 7th in the world. The students are extremely hardworking in the choir, and they are able to learn a song in any language within one hour...
The training was rather boring, they practiced their voiced for half an hour, making sounds like 'mihihihihihihimahahaahhahaha' which did not make any sense. They then began learning a song that was neither in Chinese nor in English and sounded like a ghost breathing. However, I could imagine how beautiful the singing must be when it is finally performed in an elegant concert hall in Ireland. This sent me a clear message: all the shiny, stunning beauty on stage is backed by thousands of boring hours like the ones I endured. And what's more, only unfading passion is able to support one through these painful hours of practice practice and practice...
To excel is a long journey. That's it.