I’m not that nice after all

I know it is immoral to be sitting here, typing away happily while the rest of the committee members are being squeezed dry regarding the camp next week. But, I am exasperated and seriously needed a break, so pardon me from the meeting.

As for the camp next week, I am holding on to the post of a sub-committee for welfare. Basically, I will be mixing drinks, ensure that the freshies have their share of food, first aid, clean up the place and all sorts of nonsense that you can ever think of. Suddenly, I feel I am like the freshies’ nanny – looking after their wellbeing.
I am not that nice after all, you know??

As I am typing, I started giggling. A few months back, I met Shawn during Cat’s birthday party. He was one of my squad-mate in NPCC. We were reminiscing old times and I finally told him the secret that I had kept and never once reveal even after I graduated.

So, what’s that secret?? Now, everyone shall know!!!

During my last NPCC camp, I was the only female NCO present and thus, I had to take up multiple roles, including welfare and first-aid. We used plastic bottles filled with water and stored in the freezer for first-aid purposes. I shall call them ice-bottles thereafter.

On the second night of my camp, one of my female cadets had a fall and sprained her ankle. Thus, I had to attend to her. I took out her socks and gosh… It stinks!! I almost fainted there and there!! I had no choice but to treat her injuries.
Responsibility – one big word that NPCC had taught me. I took out one of the ice-bottles and placed it over her ankle. It subsided the swelling and I was about to throw away the melted ice bottle when my mdm stopped me.

Please la!! How much does a plastic bottle cost?!?! Merely a few cents!!! But since she is the mdm and I am only the NCO, I had to listen to her. Respect – another big word I must learn. Thus, I placed it nicely in the fridge again, without washing.

The very next morning, Shawn and another fellow squad-mate was in charge of preparing breakfast. They used a super huge tumbler, around 10 litres, and filled it up with milo. That drink was meant for everyone. Let me emphasis – EVERYONE.

As the weather was warm and the milo was too hot, Shawn conveniently grabbed all the ice-bottles from the freezer and dumped it into the super huge tumbler. It happened in an instance and I was too late to stop him. EVERYONE was enjoying the milo with the extra flavor, while I was dumbstruck. I began squatting at one corner and laughing my lungs out. I’ve told you!! I am not that nice after all!!!

To prevent my entire unit from puking, I could only keep mum. It was everyone’s breakfast that I am talking about and there’s absolutely no way I can replaced 10 litres of milo. I won’t say it wasn’t my fault to make them drink that flavored milo, but bear in mind; I had previously wanted to throw that bottle away!! I didn't expect anyone to use those bottles, especially for food and there were simply too much assumptions made. So, it wasn’t totally my fault after all!

For next week’s camp, I will be preparing drinks and doing first-aid.
Will history repeats itself?? Hehehe….