Comment sera ta vie dans 10 ans ?
Imagine : Où seras-tu ? Que feras-tu ? Comment vivras-tu ? etc.
Follow these instructions :
- use the futur tense learned in lesson 13 in Panorama ;
- write about personal life, professional life, family life, etc. ;
- the composition should be between 100 and 120 words long ;
- keep in mind what is expected from you (see also previous page).
The due date is 30 April 2007.
Dans dix ans, ...
The boy stared at the instructions on the document he printed out.
30 Avril...How convenient... So I missed the deadline...Oh well, I'll finish it...
And so equipped with his Panorama de la langue française, he started on the rédaction.
Dans dix ans, je serai un médicin...
...C'est tout.
He finished it in a mere thirty minutes. He reread it many times. It wasn't a flawless essay but still, it would do. Besides, it was three twenty. That meant he had to make his way to the bus stop if he wanted to catch the 156 bus.
Better early than late...I'll just run...
The boy raced all the way out of the school compound, admiring the resilient creepers that covered the surfaces of the pillars of the bridge that linked Nanyang Girl's High to his school as he crossed over to the other side. On the bridge, he had the best view. He looked to his left.
Good. No buses in the distance.
He looked the other direction.
No 156 buses leaving the bus stop. Bien.
He descended quickly and turned his eye to the bus stop. It was crowded as always no doubt.
But ah, what a coincidence! There's Sean from Monsieur Levet's class. That means I'm not late.
The boy reached the bus stop and exchanged greetings with Sean although one was in French and the other English. The boy sat down on a vacant seat near him. And now was the time to wait, to ponder, to converse with oneself. The boy started speaking, in his mind. It was always interesting to converse with his other self. This time, it was a discussion about the excuse for a late essay.
You could always say there was a competition, production...Event...Whatever!
Very good...What about the Projects Day Preliminaries 2?
Wonderful...But if they were to trace it back here?
They wouldn't.
But still...
Paranoia is overcoming you, my dear self.
Je suppose...Mais le professeur?
Pas un problème! Ton français! Utilisez-le!
Oui...Alors-
A face. A smile. A wave. Someone was waving at the boy. He was smiling. The boy broke out of his reverie and looked at that someone who was currently waving at him from behind the bus window. It was an Indian, not to be racist or anything. Two prominent teeth as compared to the others. The white contrasted well with the dark skin colour. Large, bright eyes with absurdly long eyelashes. Must be the genes. The edges of his mouth slanted upwards, forming a pulchritudinous smile. Yes, it was a smile. The boy could hardly believe it that he momentarily forgotten to identify that someone. Was that someone waving at him? At the same time, something at the back of the boy's mind was struggling, trying to break free of the bonds that kept it captive in its prison. It struggled further, creating a fissure in the boy's mind. The boy was jolted abruptly back to his senses.
Who's that? Wait, I remember...But not his name...He's...That boy from polevault. No...he isn't in polevault...He trained with us, with me...Yes...Indeed...But his name...
His name was just another fragment of the boy's suppressed memory of Polevault, just disposed of due to its alleged insignificance in the boy's opinion. The boy started to smile too as his expression changed from one of perplexity into one of recognition. The boy raised his hand to wave as well. It certainly was good to see someone affliated with Polevault previously waving and smiling at him with such enthusiasm. Very heartening indeed. As compared to the others...
Sean Lim Zi Qing - Still as depressing as ever...He makes me feel "extra"...I'm aware of this psychological warfare...But...he never fails to make me miserable in polevault...Ha...I seem like the psychological amateur now...
Fang Hui - He's just...On and off...He's fine generally but sometimes Sean's lackey...And that doesn't help, at all...Does the opposite actually...
Thomson and Xue An - Good...Still "hi"s me at least...
Roy and Jonathan - Smiles and all that stuff...Asks me about my current EP3...Quite ok...
Sir, his girlfriend and everyone else - Haven't really met them...I think I'll die of guilt or sometime...
The boy waved a few more times, smile still on his face. But the bus left, and so did his ex-comrade. The boy's smile faltered and his arm fell and went limp. It's polevault after all. The boy started to probe, deeper and deeper.
The bonds were weakening but the memory of Polevault showed no signs of tiring as it fought. Snap. Once, twice, thrice. But it was a five-tier security system. The memory, so condemned had been banished to "Arkham Asylum". The boy's incessant probing acted like some abrasive substance, gradually wearing down the fifth tier. And the fourth tier submitted. Snap. The fifth tier finally gave way. And the contents flowed out. Memory...In such a wondrous form...Neither gas nor liquid yet it appeared to be both...The memories were dissected, regrouped and then became the final product in the form of diary entries. The boy reviewed them one by one, not bothering to do any analysis.
Uncertainty...This series of tests...What was it for? Why the eight of us? And it went on, measurements taken...Jumps...Running...And then decison-making time...Ok...the other four disappeared...That leaves me, yuck Sean, Fang Hui and some other guy...Oh...This coach is real technical. Excellent Physics I presume...Inertia wow...Whee handstands!
The red track, the pit, matresses...Imposing...Apprehension gripped the boy as he walked to the pit with his pole. First jump...Ok just look at the others...One! Two! Great! That wasn't so difficult...
Four steps...6 steps...Hold the pole correctly...Hands straight...Raise the legs higher...Body posture...Blah blah...As boring as it is...A little fun I suppose...Love the matresses!
OMG! Gym is super fun! I love the cartwheels and the front rolls! And everything! But oopsy, it's about 7pm...But no matter...I love it!
I don't want to risk changing my French teacher because of polevault! And third language presides over EP3! I will not risk French for polevault!
Han caught me for not going training in March hols...But it's unfair...Sean and Fang Hui didn't go too...I'm in polevault so why should I go for Han's training? HATE TRACK!
I started going on Saturdays. It's not as taxing on Saturdays...But I don't like waking up that early...There's some new additions to the team...I've got juniors! Sean is constantly making fun of me in polevault...Whatever...
I really can't stand Sean...I feel so different from the others...Perhaps I don't belong here at all...Ah there's Sean jumping...Bleh...And it's stupid that Ang wants me to go on Tuesdays for his separate training...
Started casting rain spells and trying to hypnotise myself into oblivion or something. They're currently playing soccer and I'm not...I'm starting to hate this..."Even a Primary 5 can jump higher than you!" Sean at it again...What's that supposed to mean...Llama I don't care...Add French before it...Doesn't really matter...Gay me...Please, you've got to do better...But...I'm feel so "extra"...
June hols...Also a time I hate to go for polevault...Maybe it's because my holidays were never interrupted before...
Camp urgh...I already hate Track and now this? Due to unforeseen circumstances, I have managed to skip Monday and Tuesday of camp. Went early on Wednesday morning. Quite ok to fiddle with poles during their morning training. Then I went back to the class we reside in to read Village by the Sea while the others went LAN gaming...Sir and gang disappeared too...I'm left all by myself with two others playing PS...Night was gym which was SUPER FUN! Although quite taxing...Then we had dinner and I liked the drink. Red tea wasnt it? Then went to PE office...Slack...Explored...I watched television while sir went to some sport website. His girlfriend and another guy went youtube to watch some Chinese drama serial using my account...I then went to watch too until about 12 plus...Then back to class and they played PS...Not a conducive environment for sleeping...Released early on Thursday Hurrah!
Nationals coming...Have to train...But I'm positive I won't be attending any more camps...One day after I returned from the camp...I got a fever...
I'm rekindling my passion for polevault I guess...Sir asked if I was the one jumping...Haha...Can't believe I'm improving...I'm starting to like this!
Ang's catching me...Urgh...Please...
Nationals was a fiasco though Benjamin was excellent...I was unheighted...Oh well, don't think there will be a next year...
Chalet. Sort of...Bowling and I was practically stoning...I am the odd one out...I don't belong here...And Sean just adds salt to the wound...Actually salt does help the wound...But, you get my point. I didn't even stay, just left after sir's 1 hour plus "briefing". I really think I'm not a part of the team anymore...I'm so different from...all of them...I should just quit...
Getting my administrative matters done. I made an appointment with Mr. Hon.
In September hols, my parents-
The boy saw the bus, a pinprick in the distance but enlarging nevertheless. 156.
Reminiscing won't help. It's too late. The past can't be changed now.
Je sais...Mais j'ai aimé polevault...
Non! It's Sean's fault! And now...you can't turn back. Never, ever.
Oui. Allez. Levez-vous.
The boy stood up, a determined look on his face. He would stop thinking about Polevault. It was the past. He would banish the memories from whence they came once more, constructing a stronger security system. He would bind them with the strongest psychological fibres. Meditation, Hypnosis...Never would he so recklessly release those...Poignant memories...Never would he cause himself unnecessary emotional turmoil like this. It was pointless, meaningless, redundant. He would have to enhance himself. Meditation wasn't enough. He would have to peruse more information sponges...Only then would he be...Psychologically invincible...Immune to those simplest yet most effective assaults on the mind...
The boy wore a grim expression as he boarded the bus. The expression soon metamorphosed into a cheery facade. Now wasn't the time to ponder whether he still cared about Polevault. It was the time for elaborate planning. It was time, for revenge.
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