After having listened to Aubrey's newest great creation, "Great Book Series", I'm inspired to post a profound and momentous blog that properly reflects the glorious pomp and circumstance of my introduction ceremony.
It was a day not to be rivaled by the coronation of King George VI or the birth of Shiloh (Brangelina's child). It overshadows the glorious final scene of Slumdog Millionaire and makes the birth of Jesus seem incredibly unimportant. It was an occasion for the record books.
A bejeweled chariot picket me up at the crack of dawn and rushed me to a ceremony for which I was surely unprepared. I wore my best attire - unfortunately that meant a mismatched suit and a pair of Kenneth Cole kicks that my mother wishes had been destroyed ages ago. As the chariot approached the gate, I noticed a large banner with a few words of welcome and a snapshot of my face that should have been deleted at the source and retaken. As I passed under the gates, the drums began to echo through the schoolyard (i'm being serious...they were beating traditional, Malay drums). I stepped out of the car and onto the red carpet and was greeted by the school principal and her entourage. After the head prefect graced me with a welcome shawl and an oversized corsage, I began my triumphant walk along the red carpet. I was led by two girls carrying trays of fruits and flowers. The walkway was lined by students carrying shiny tree-like arrangements - that must only grown in the most remote corners of Borneo - boys wailing on traditional drums, and girls tossing flowers at my feet. [this is all factual... the only exaggeration so far has been the chariot - it was really just a Hyundai minivan]
As my procession entered the auditorium, my arrival was announced to a crown of just under 1,000 people who immediately got to their feet and whipped out their camera phones to capture the moment. I walked to the front of the auditorium to sit upon my throne (see below).
After three or four songs... including the beautiful national anthem, less beautiful state song and even a little bit less beautiful school song, there were speeches and performances, songs and dances. I felt like a nomadic chief being serenaded in my tent in the desert; being fanned by palm leaves and entertained by local dancers and singers. I gave a short speech of my own (which i tried posting, but the file is 450 MB so i can't - you can see it some day), indulged in some local treats and called it a day. It was certainly one to remembered.
P.S. - Today at school (a week after the event), a new teacher came to SMKDRI. He received the same treatment. The red carpet, drums, flowers and all... rats
