SPOTCHECK!!!

SPOT CHECK. What does that word mean to you?

If your a good student, you'll probably say it's to catch out all those *ahem* low lifes. On the other hand, if you're a 'cool' student you would think that it's for those good for nothing prefects, or as in my school doggies, or, more commonly known as pengawas.

Well, I'm one of those 'good for nothing' prefects. And, we had a spot check today.

I didn't got asked to help. It was kinda a coincidence. There i was, coming out of the staffroom, after asking teacher for confirmation whether we are going to have PJK or in English, P.E.. The teacher said we didin't. So my prefect friend and I came out of the staffroom. We were just talking about how are we supposed to tell all my classmates when we bumped into the teacher. The teacher immediately pointed out my untidy uniform(my tie is always loose with an open button). I blurted out that we had PJK for later and we were on our way to change our clothes. (Quick thinking huh?)

She then said: "Okay, you can skip that class. We'll need you now." She then ushered me and my friend into the staffroom where a group of prefects were already in a circle. I distinctively heard a word-- spot check which cleared the fog in my head.

A spot check! Mega exciting!!

The teacher started briefing us. She told us that we were to go in in small groups and she was gonna lock the whole block up. It was Block E. The worst block in the whole school. All the students there were bad... at least they think they are. They are just lame people who think they are bad and cool.

But we were too late. They saw us in one group and the message was on. The whole block was in frenzy. Even the teachers couldn't control them. They couldn't stop them from hiding their stuff.

The first class i went in was quite okay. Probably because I was more inexperienced. I didn't look closely enough. I kinda regretted a lotta things that i didn't confiscate. HAIZ... I can't change what happened.

Anyway, as I got to the worst class in school, things got b-a-d. We were more experienced now, so there were more unhappy faces. And I kept being scolded: "Stop it!!! Give it back!!!" My reply was always: "Do you think I actually like making people unhappy?!" They always shut up after that.

Then one sluttish lard came to snatch her bag away from me as I was checking it. She said: "One of you dogs already checked my bag!!! Get your paws OFF my bag!!! Why do you keep checking my stuff?? Get OFF!!!" I was shocked and my pride was hurt. I said back with as much venom as I could manage: "Sorry, OK??"

What a load of low-lifes. If you have nothing to hide, why so damned afraid?? Even if you dare to bring your hand phone, you should be able to take what you deserve...

Anyway, it was kinda a success...