Chapter 294.
<strong>Chapter 294. End of the First Year. (3/3)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">I scanned the gymnasium and quickly realized we were the only two oddballs not dressed for the asion. Well, I wasn’t about to wear a suit for this. They’re freaking expensive after all.
<span style="font-weight:400">“By the way, Ms. Gene, about the samples you took bef-”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Inconclusive. I haven’t figured out anything at all about whatever your illness is.” She snapped back and interrupted me before I could finish my question.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Well, I wasn’t actually ill after all. I’d have been more surprised if she had actually found something. I was only asking about it because of the whole devil thing. Was there anything gically different about a devil? That was what I was really curious about and why I didn’t make much of a fuss about her taking some samples despite it being such an unpleasant experience.
<span style="font-weight:400">Even if she found nothing wrong, she’d simply attribute it to her being unable to figure out what was wrong rather than assuming I was perfectly healthy. It wasn’t umon for even doctors to be unable to figure out what was wrong with someone after extensive testing when they didn’t have any hints on where to look.
<span style="font-weight:400">The human body was veryplicated, no doctor would truly believe they knew everything there was to know about it. If they did truly know everything, there would be no illness they couldn’t cure. At least for the time being, there definitely was no such miracle doctor who’d reached that stage.
<span style="font-weight:400">Pomp and Circumstance, the ssic graduation piece suddenly started to y as the ceremony began and the graduating ss made their entry into the gymnasium in boy-girl pairs down the red carpet toward the stage. After they entered, they walked to the center of the gymnasium then made a perpendicr left turn down the aisle between the rows of chairs. I was positioned so I could see their side profiles when they turned.
<span style="font-weight:400">The seats off to the sides of the center stage were quickly filled up. The left side with girls, the right with boys. The student council president, Zale, and vice president, Izora, were thest pair to enter the gymnasium. They didn’t move to the sides of the center stage like everyone else. Rather, they ascended the stairs up the stage and took up a position beside the podium.
<span style="font-weight:400">There was another pair of students who’d already taken up a position on the opposite side of the podium before the graduating ss began entering.
<span style="font-weight:400">They were likely second-year students. In terms of students required to attend convocation but weren’t graduating, well, I could only imagine it would be the iing student council president and vice president.
<span style="font-weight:400">The ceremony proceeded as one normally would. The master of ceremonies led off by giving a few words before the choir sang the national anthem. The student council members on the stage stepped off the stage and took a seat on the side after the national anthem finished. The principal was next to give his speech and the valedictorian for the graduating ss followed soon after.
<span style="font-weight:400">From what I’d seen of graduations at this school, somehow the valedictorian always ended up being a girl. Even when I graduated that was the case. What’s with that?
<span style="font-weight:400">Since I was bored listening to the idealistic bullshiting out of everyone’s mouth, I pulled out my phone and searched the percentage of female valedictorians in high school. It turned out to be over 70%. Damn, isn’t that pretty skewed? Well, I guess people would rather watch a girl give a boring idealistic bullshit speech than a guy give a boring idealistic bullshit speech. People’s ‘feelings’ and whatnot.
<span style="font-weight:400">Honestly, there wasn’t even the slightest interesting thinging out of her mouth.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Put your phone away or I’ll confiscate it until the end. It’s rude to have it out,” Ms. Gene scolded. Well, she was still a teacher after all.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe if the speeches weren’t such a bore I wouldn’t be on my phone. I feel like I’m going to fall asleep at this rate.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Ms. Gene snatched my phone out of my hand and stuffed it in the pocket of herb coat.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Give it back. I’ll put it away.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s what they all say. You can have it back after the ceremony is over.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re actually bored too and wanted to talk to someone to pass the time, didn’t you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If I’m bored, everyone should die of boredom with me. There shouldn’t be anyone permitted to have fun if I’m bored out of my mind. But since I’m a teacher, I have to act like a role model or something. The principal scolded me about it before this and said he’d cut the budget for my sses if I didn’t at least act a bit more like a role model for students.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then the only reason you’re not on your phone right now is because your budget might get cut?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Obviously. I’d rather spend this time reading research papers if I could.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Reading research papers? You sound like you’d be a lot of fun at parties.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re saying you would be fun at parties?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“... good point. I’ll shut up now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I silently stared at her hand currently inside her pocket. There was no way I could secretly retrieve it without her notice since she was holding onto it inside her pocket still.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah.” With a resigned sigh, I gave up on the idea and returned my attention to the ceremony.
<span style="font-weight:400">The valedictorian had just finished her speech and the iing and outgoing student council presidents and vice presidents took the stage.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We, the student council president and vice president of the student body and representatives of the graduating ss…” Zale started off his speech with that standard line. He went on about passing on the torch, some symbol representing knowledge, stupid bullshit in general, and about the emblem of our school.
<span style="font-weight:400">h, h, h. It went in one ear and out the other. I yawned without thinking much about it but noticed Zale momentarily paused mid-sentence as his lips twitched. I wasn’t trying to provoke him here, I just genuinely couldn’t give a shit about any of that symbolic rubbish.
<span style="font-weight:400">Man, why was convocation such a boring unmemorable event? Literally, nobody would ever remember a single line from one of these mundane lifeless speeches.
<span style="font-weight:400">Why can’t there be a speech like the one Charlie Chaplin gave in the movie, The Great Dictator? Now that was a speech to remember. It was decades old dating back to the second world war, but even now, it’s forever ingrained as one of the most memorable speeches in my mind.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">I''m sorry but I don''t want to be an emperor.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">That was the very first line in that speech, even now, I still remember that line vividly as he solemnly dered. I first came across that speech in my third-year English ss when trying to write a speech of my own for a public speaking assignment.
<span style="font-weight:400">Well, not like a speech like that would ever be given at some random high school convocation. Expecting a speech of that level toe from high school brats was an unreasonable demand.
<span style="font-weight:400">But the third-year English teacher sure had it tough though. He’d gone to a world-renown university but ended up teaching high school English in this dead city. He didn’t write the speeches or anything, he was just responsible for giving some pointers and direction. In the end, the words in the speech and message conveyed were limited by the writer’s ability, not his.
<span style="font-weight:400">I scanned through the audience to gauge everyone’s reactions to the student council president’s words when my eyes abruptly stopped on someone.
<span style="font-weight:400">Who caught my attention? It was Jass. He was looking up at the stage, but when I traced his eyes back to the stage I noticed something. Unlike everyone else who had their gazes locked onto Zale, his eyes were focused on someone else.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I looked at Izora on the stage, she’d already switched ces with Zale behind the podium. With her eyes directed down at her own short speech on the podium, she took in a deep breath and opened her mouth to speak.
<span style="font-weight:400">“This emblem and everything it signifies has now been ced into your care. May this torch carry your way through the future…”
<span style="font-weight:400">When I looked back to Jass’s seat, he was… gone? My eyes darted around the room to find him. When I finally located him, he was in front of the center stage.
<span style="font-weight:400">“... and may this emblem inspire you through every end-”
<span style="font-weight:400">Endeavor was supposed to be the final word in her sentence, but it was cut short.
<span style="font-weight:400">It happened before anyone could say or do anything. Nobody reacted or saw iting. How could they expect it?
<span style="font-weight:400">Someone stood on stage in front of the podium facing the speaker. His hand was above her head, raised up in the air. In it… hair. No, a wig. Beneath the blond wig that person had in his hand was... dyed blue hair.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I knew it. I wasn’t wrong. My gamble paid off. It was you after all. I… finally found you.” I only made out what was said from the stage because the microphone just barely picked it up. Izora stood there frozen in ce with eyes wide open in disbelief.
<span style="font-weight:400">If I hadn’t been shocked enough by this sudden development, the absentmindedckluster response that came from my side next was more than enough to do the job.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah. So my little sister got exposed at the very end, huh?”
<span style="font-weight:400">The elder sister was you?! Damn it, sound more concerned if she’s your little sister!