Failure?

Something that took placed in school

There are always moments in life where you think that you are an ultimate failure. You can try as hard as you want to put up a strong front in front of your peers and family so as to not disgrace yourself and make them worried. Well people say that you just cannot coop everything inside yourself, and that your face is your biggest betrayer. So I am not going to keep it inside me and pull a long face every day.
It was on Tuesday, the busiest day of the week for me as I have RSP (Regional Study Programme) till 3.25 in the afternoon. After that, I have Maths tuition from 5 until 8 in the night. And so happen, the secondary one is coming into RSP so we as their seniors are to help them deepen their basic knowledge of Indonesian culture by organising an orientation for them. And the group leaders did not meet up to discuss the management of time and how the orientation will function; so we did everything at the last minute. And when I say last minute, I mean the last fifteen minutes! So after some brief discussion, it was decided that my group will be in-charge of the traditional games like sepak bola (something like soccer just that the ball must be in the air), kasing (spinning top) and five stones.
As it was like amazing race, the groups have to go station by station and get the clues for the next station. As we have to let them try the games and explain to them the rules, we were the slowest station. At first, there were two groups stuck together in our station and we had to split into two groups and take them through the course. And after we finished the challenge, we found out that we did not have the clue for the next station! So we had to hog the groups at our station for the time being as we call the overall in-charge but for some reasons, we just could not reach him. As we were flustered and trying hard to think of an idea, the secondary ones created more problems for us, they took the sepak bola and played them as if they were soccer! We just could not handle them as they were so many of them, so we just did not care about them.
Then we finally got the clue to send them to their next station. But there were already four groups at our station when the other group left. And where are their individual group buddies? Play soccer with the sepak bola at the other end of the parade square. I am not here to point fingers so I shall not disclose who the buddies were. Then Miss Shymira went past the parade square to snap some photos of the groups doing the activities. But what did she see? The secondary ones and their buddies playing soccer together. She asked us to explain to her and we were totally speechless.
After an hour of chaotic, hustle and bustle, we went back to the RSP room just to get scolded and blurted at by our teacher in-charged. I attended my tuition flustered and listless. What a bad thing that happened in school.