To me, my school life before I turned 14 is pretty much dull and sleepy. That's because my life at school back then would be study, books, and gossip. Not anymore, I say with relish. Now, club activities not only just breathe in some fresh air, they've became the soul of my school life. I'm positively grabbing every opportunity to attend co-curricular activities.
First, there's the club I'm in that sometimes organise social work to let me provide to others, to give rather than take; the days I spent trying to crack a hole in my opponents chess defense while turtling up my own pieces to be as impregnable as possible to any attacks. Finally, there's the days spent in the sun as we drill to our commanders orders. gritting our teeth while drops of sweat sting our eyes and bearing the pain as we do push-ups on the blistering road at 3.00pm. Then onto the competition, when all our training paid off, and the hall echoes with our footsteps as we put all our focus into our performance.
But all in all, the best thing I have found in co-curricular activities is the sense of being, of belonging. Between me and my friends, there's a brotherhood formed by the things we did that bring trust and faith amongst us. It was welded through the "battles" we fought together, tempered by the loyalty we've shown for each other. It never matter who leads, because we know, fully, that everyone was equally important in the team.
With them, I guess I've found the clique where I can truly belong. Maybe this will be the end of me, as the lone Traveller. Then again, perhaps not.
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