Crimson Tie or purple tie?

No meeting today? Meeting: a gathering of people to agree on what the boss has decided. A synchronisation of actions. Pretty good for
'uniforming' practices and standards .
My crimson tie sits lazily across my shirt. Reflecting and shimmering under the bright lights in the staff room. The lights in the staff room are the lights you would use at night. Sunlight hardly gets in where I am. You could barely tell the whether it is at night or in the day after you spent a few days in here.
I had gotten the tie at a bargain. Three in fact. Yet I had put off wearing this crimson one because of its flamboyance. Kind of resembles a dim yet alluring fire, the kind of magical fire you see in the movies. Then you could see the purple underneath the crimson, and if you focus long enough, the purple emerges and overwhelm the red. I had obtained the tie when I was shopping with Xiaoyun, at Carrefour.
Not that her presence made the tie significant. Everything in my life is significant. Maybe that is why I can afford to look at the cheerful side of everything. There is enough positives to balance the dips and valleys.
Now my brief stint as a teacher is going to come to an end soon. Learnt as much from the students as they did from me. Perhaps I am the one who came out with the better deal of the two.
I have 92 students to impart me their worldly ways and idiosyncrasies. Only 1 boring old me to teach them how to draw vector diagrams and find velocity of free falling objects. Not difficult to see who cut a meaner deal. What I taught them can be easily found within the textbooks. The smarter ones have no need for me, after all, they know how to seek knowledge like how wolves know how to hunt rabbits. Those weaker ones might even blame my lack of clarity and teacher training for their fallings.
The two sides of an argument. Neither wins, it is just a matter of which side you are approaching from. I am getting less rest recently. Every one of my tuition kids are relying tooo much on me. I do not even believe in tuition, only two times I took up tuition were when my mum forced me to, in primary school and during a few months in secondary school. The first instance saw me punching my auntie tutor, after she started pinching me that is. So out my mum threw her from my house, indignant that she was teaching me violence instead of mathematics. The second was a mere desperate attempt to know more girls. After all the wonderful tuition classes romances I heard from my friends in RI, I was ever tempted to give it a try. Somehow stories when they take up real dimensions, they seemed paler and less glamorous. In some cases, they might even turn out to be ironical and snub you in the ass. The SOME CASES always happen to me. My tuition class had a few ACS toads and Cat High pussys. No prize for guessing that I quit after my fees ran out of their validity.
My classes in AJC which I am taking now are absolutely adorable. Not that I think they might see this, and I am trying to be sycophantic to get on the better side of them. I am always one who integrate strongly into a group or class. Now it is 1 person into 4 classes at the same time. How fortunate of me.
As much as I wish to make time come to a standstill, I cannot resist the evils of the meeting. It is beckoning to me, with members looking accusingly and impatiently, to illicit guilt within me. I have no control over my limbs as they drag me away from the screen and into that frightful darkhole of a meeting room......