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Students will practise using vivid vocabulary (adverb, verb, adjective) to enhance the story development in an essay from the vocabulary lists given to them.

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1. Read the sample essay attached below.

2. For each segment of the essay, add in TWO words from the vocabulary lists given to you to enhance the content of the essay. Construct a new sentence or sentences that make use of the vocabulary words and post it in the respective segments. The sentences need not be consecutive. Number the sentences.

3. You may change the sentence structures in the essay if necessary.

4. Be sure that the vocabulary you used in the essay enhance the development of the story and not distract the readers from the plot.

5. Your sentences should not change the content of the essay.

6. Please put your full name at the top of your posts.

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1. <Rewrite your first modified sentence from the essay using a word from the vocabulary lists.>

2. <Rewrite your second modified sentence from the essay using a word from the vocabulary lists.>

Eg. The sun was already blazing by 7:15am, and the sound of reluctant students walking across the parade square echoed through the air.

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He did not reprimand me. That was the worst part. He just disappointedly nodded and said, “Let’s talk after class.”

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1. It all started on a typical burning and steamy Monday morning at Riverside Secondary School.

2. The sun was already up and scorching by 7:15am, and the sound of disgruntled students walking across the parade square echoed through the air.

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It all started on an exhaustingly hot day the sun was already up and the sound of students scurrying to the parade square could be heard

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Everyone assumed that somebody would do it, but turns out, as expected, nobody took the initiative. That "somebody" was supposed to be me.

It all started on a typical hot and humid Monday morning at my dreary school: Riverside Secondary School. The sun was already up by 7:15am, painting the school grounds with hues of gold and pink. The sound of students walking across the parade square reverberated through the halls. I was in Secondary Two then- idolising football, TikTok trends, and the thick, creamy milo dinosaur than anything remotely related to responsibility.

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It all started on a typical scorching hot and humid afternoon.

The sun was already up by 7:15am, and the sound of students walking briskly across the parade square echoed through the air.

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1. Everyone assumed that somebody would do it, but in the end, nobody did it. That "somebody" was supposed to be me.

2. It all started on a typical mundane hot and humid Monday morning at Riverside Secondary School. The sun was already blisteringly hot by 7:15am, and the rhythmic pattering of students walking across the parade square echoed through the air. I was in Secondary Two then—more interested in football, TikTok trends, and milo dinosaur than anything remotely related to responsibility.

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It all started on a typical scorching hot and humid Monday morning at Riverside Secondary School. The sun was already up by 7:15am, and the sound of students walking across the parade square echoed through the fresh morning air.

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“Eh, Zhi Hao,” my classmate Ryan called out as we (strode) into the class, “You watered the plants already or not?”

He (gestured), “Up to you lor.”

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It all started on a typical hot and humid Monday morning at Riverside Secondary School. The sun was already up by 7.15am, and the sound of students walking briskly across the parade square cut through the crisp morning air. I was in Secondary Two then-more fascinated in football, TikTok trends and Milo dinosaur than anything remotely related to responsibility.

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I was in Secondary Two then-more fascinated by football, TikTok trends, and milo dinosaur than anything remotely related to responsibility.

The sun was already scorching by 7:15am, and the overwhelming sound of students charging across the parade square echoed through the air.

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it all started on a typical hot and scorching Monday morning at Riverside Secondary School.The sun was already up by 7:15am, and the sound of students walking reluctantly the parade square echoed through the air.

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1. The scorching sun was already dangling (in the sky), and the sound of students walking across the parade square echoed through the air.

2. It all started on a typical brutally hot and humid, dull Monday morning.

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Everyone assumed that somebody would do it, but in the end, nobody did it. That "somebody" was supposed to be me.

It all started on a usual scorching hot and humid Monday morning at Riverside Secondary school.The sun was already hooked by 7:15am, and the sound of students walking across the parade square echoed through the air. I was in Secondary Two then-more appealed in football, TikTok trends, and milo dinosaur than anything remotely related to responsibility.

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1. It all started on a typical ( scorching hot )Monday morning at Riverside Secondary School.

2. The sun was already up ( and shining ) by 7:15am, and the sound of students ( hurriedly shuffling )across the parade square (reverberated )through the air.

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Everyone assumed that somebody would do it, but in the end, nobody did it. That "somebody" was supposed to be me.

It all started on a typical hot and sunny Monday morning at Riverside Secondary School. The sun was already up by 7:15am, and the sound of students hurrying across the parade square echoed through the air. I was in Secondary Two then—more interested in football, TikTok trends, and milo dinosaur than anything remotely related to responsibility.

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But to me, it felt like a chore that could easily be procrastinated

"Eh, Zhi Hao," my classmate Ryan called out as we strolled into class, "you watered the plants already or not?"

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That week, I was assigned the class duty of watering the plants outside our classroom. Simple and basic, right? Just grab the watering can, pour some water, and done. But to me, it felt like a chore that could easily wait. I have been procrastinating it since forever.

"Eh, Zhi Hao," my classmate Ryan called out as we walked into class, "you watered the plants already or not?"

I waved him off dismissively. "Relax lah, later then do. Plants not going to run away."

He shrugged, holding his hands up in retreat. "Up to you lor."

Later became lunchtime. Then after school. Then the next day.

And the day after that. Each time, I convinced myself someone else would eventually do it. Perhaps Rachel-she was always the overachiever. Or Isaac—he adored plants like they were his child. I was positive someone would handle it.

But no one did.

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Everyone assumed that somebody would do it, but in the end,

nobody did it. That "somebody" was supposed to be me.

It all started on a typical scorching and humid Monday morning at Riverside Secondary School. The sun was already up by 7:15am, and the sound of students marching across the parade square echoed through the air. I was in Secondary Two then-more interested in football, TikTok trends, and milo dinosaur than anything remotely related to responsibility.

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I waved him off dismissively.

Each time, I convinced myself that someone else would do it.

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"Eh, Zhi Hao," my classmate Ryan called out as we walked hurriedly into class, "you watered the plants already or not?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Up to you lor."

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Everyone assumed that somebody would do it, but in the end, nobody did it. That "somebody" was supposed to be me.

It all started on a typically scorching hot and humid Monday morning at Riverside Secondary School. The sun was already up by 7:15am, and the sound of students walking across the parade square echoed through the air. I was in Secondary Two then—more interested in football, TikTok trends, and the soft and velvety milo dinosaur than anything remotely related to responsibility.

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By Thursday, the plants outside our class looked (obnoxious).

“Class, what happened to these plants? He asked, (knocking) the watering can with his pen.

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It all started on a typical scorching hot and humid Monday morning at Riverside Secondary School.

The sun was already up by 7.15am, and the sound of students walking swiftly across the parade square echoed through the air.

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By Thursday, the plants outside our class looked horrendous . The leaves had wilted, turning yellow and dry.

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I casually brushed him off. "Relax lah, later then do. Plants not going to run away."

He shrugged. "Up to you lor."

Later became lunchtime. Then after school. Then the next day.

And the day after that. Each time, I reassured myself that someone else would do it. Maybe Rachel-she was always the overachiever. Or Isaac—he liked plants. I was certain someone would handle it.

But no one did.

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1. Everyone had an assumption that somebody would do it, but to no avail, nobody took the responsibility and did it. That "somebody" was supposed to be me.

2. It all started on a typical and scorching humid Monday morning at Riverside Secondary School. The sun was already blazing hot by 7:15am, and the chatter and murmurs were heard from students walking across the parade square as it echoed through the air like a gust of wind. I was in Secondary Two then- I was much more cultivated in football, TikTok trends, and milo dinosaur than anything remotely related to responsibility.

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Everyone assumed that somebody would do it, but in the end, nobody did it. That “somebody” was supposed to be me.

It all started on a typical scorching and humid Monday morning at Riverside Secondary School. The sun had already rose by 7:15am, and the sound of students walking across the parade square echoed through the air. I was in Secondary Two then—more allured in football, TikTok trends, and milo dinosaur than anything remotely related to responsibility.

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That week, I was assigned the class duty of watering the plants outside our classroom. Simple, right? Just grab the watering can, pour some water, and done. But to me, it felt like a chore that could easily wait.

"Eh, Zhi Hao," my classmate Ryan called out as we walked into class, "you watered the plants already or not?"

I dismissively waved him off. "Relax lah, later then do. Plants not going to run away."

He shrugged. "Up to you lor."

Later became lunchtime. Then after school. Then the next day.

And the day after that. Each time, I simply told myself someone else would do it. Maybe Rachel-she was always the overachiever. Or Isaac—he liked plants. I was sure someone would handle it.

But no one did.

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Everyone presumed that somebody would take action, but in the end, nobody did. That “somebody” was supposed to be me.

It all started on typical hot and humid Monday at my dreary school, Riverside Secondary School. The sun hung brightly in the sky with hues of light ray shining on the school grounds. Sounds of students chattering rang in my ears. Stomps echoed through the hallways. I was like any other Secondary student, fantasising about basketball and plans after school. Responsibility was not in my vocabulary, being a carefree child I was.

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Everyone assumed that somebody would do it, but in the end, nobody did it. That "somebody" was supposed to be me.

It all started on an average sweaty,hot and humid Monday morning at Riverside Secondary School. The sun was already up by 7:15am, and the sound of tired students walking across the parade square echoed through the air. I was in Secondary Two then-more interested in football, TikTok trends, and milo dinosaur than anything remotely related to responsibility.

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That week, I was given the role by the class duty of watering the plants outside our classroom. Simple, right? Just grab the watering can, pour some water, and done. But to me, it felt like a chore that could easily wait.

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Everyone turned to look pointedly at me.

I stood up shamefully. "I... I forgot."

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Everyone assumed that somebody would do it, but in the end, nobody did it. That "somebody" was supposed to be me.

It all started on a typical hot and humid Monday morning at Riverside Secondary School. The sun was already up by 7:15am, its warm golden glow shining over the faces of students and the occasional soft gentle breeze caressed the cheeks of the bustling and noisy students. The sound of students walking across the parade square echoed through the air, paired with the chitter-chatter of the pupils. I was in Secondary Two then-more interested in football, TikTok trends, and milo dinosaur than anything remotely related to responsibility. Anything too hard for me was defiantly pushed out of my mindscape, hindering me from the completion of my work.

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Everyone assumed that somebody would do it, but in the end, nobody did it. That "somebody" was supposed to be me.

It all started on a typical hot and humid Monday morning at Riverside Secondary School. The (radiant) sun was already up by 7:15am, and the sound of students (skulking) across the parade square echoed through the air. I was in Secondary Two then-more interested in football, TikTok trends, and milo dinosaur than anything remotely related to responsibility.

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Everyone would (presume) that’s somebody would do it, but in the end, nobody did it.

It all started on a (scorching) Monday morning at Riverside Secondary School.

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By Thursday, the plants outside our class looked horrible and withered. The leaves had folded, turning yellow and dry. A few looked like they were bowing in shame. Our Science teacher, Mr. Gan, noticed.

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It all started on a typical and sweaty Monday morning at riverside secondary school. The sun was already up at 7.15a.m, and the sound of students hastened their speed to the parade square echoed through the air.I was in secondary 2 then- more interested in football, TikTok trends and Milo dinosaur than anything remotely related responsibility

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That weekend, I went back to school with a big bottle of water and a hidden sense of guilt. I trimmed the dead leaves and cleansed the watering can too.

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Everyone snapped their heads back to look at me. I tried to look busy with my file, but the silence said it all.

"Zhi Hao," Mr. Gan said slowly, "weren't you on plant duty this week?"

I stood up shakily. "I... I forgot."

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I dismissively waved him off. "Relax lah, later then do. Plants not going to run away."

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1. That week, I was assigned the class duty of watering the plants outside our classroom. Effortless, right? Just grab the watering can, pour some water, and done. But to me, it felt like a chore that could easily be procrastinated.

2. Later became lunchtime. Then after school. Then the next day. And the day after that. Each time, I told myself someone else would do it. Maybe Rachel—she was always the overachiever. Or Isaac—he was passionate towards plants. Initially, I was sure someone would handle it.

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The leaves had drooped, turning yellow and dry.

“Class, what happened to these plants?’ He enquired, tapping the watering can incessantly with his pen.

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By Thursday, the plants outside our class looked terrible. The leaves had folded, turning yellow and dry. A few looked like they were bowing in shame. Our Science teacher, Mr. Gan, noticed.\

"Class, what happened to these plants?" he asked, tapping the watering can with his pen. "They look like they're auditioning for a desert movie."

Everyone automatically turned to look at me. I tried to look busy with my file, but the silence said it all.

"Zhi Hao," Mr. Gan said slowly, "weren't you on plant duty this week?"

I stood up reluctantly. "I... I forgot."

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That week, I was assigned the class duty of watering the plants outside our classroom. Simple, right? Just grab the watering can, pour some water, and done. But to me, it felt like a chore that could easily wait.

"Eh, Zhi Hao," my classmate Ryan called out as we walked into class, "you watered the plants already or not?"

I dismissed him. “Relax lah, later then do. Plants not going to run away."

He shrugged. "Up to you lor."

Later became lunchtime. Then after school. Then the next day.

And the day after that. Each time, I told myself someone else would do it. Maybe Rachel-she was always the overachiever. Or Isaac—he adored plants. I was sure someone would handle it.

But no one did.

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“Eh, Zhi Hao,” my classmate Ryan impolitely called out.

I waved him off, undisturbed, "Relax lah, later then do. Plants not going to run away.

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He did not reprimand me.

"You know, sometimes people think their role is insignificant

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By Thursday, the plants outside our class looked odious . The leaves had folded, turning yellow and dry. A few looked like they were bowing in repentant. Our Science teacher, Mr. Gan, noticed.

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1.It all started on a typical blazing hot and steamy Monday morning at Riverside Secondary School.

2.The sun was up and flaming by 7:15am, and the sound of unenthusiastic students walking across the parade square echoed through the air.

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1. It started on a typical hot and humid Monday at Riverside Secondary school. It was blissfully, the birds chirped excitedly, the Sun was already up by 7.15am, and the sound of students walking across the parade square echoed through the air. The scenery outside my apartment was also breathtaking

2. I was known as the responsible student in school, constantly getting pushed to do things that is demanding and needs more manpower than I can handle myself but still given the same deadline. I did not have a choice but to accept them diligently as it was the only thing I thought I was good at.

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"You know, sometimes people think their role is small. But small roles keep things running. It's not about the plants, Zhi Hao. It's about learning to be reliable and trustworthy ."

I did not say anything. I just nodded, my face burning with shame.

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1. But to me, it felt like a dreary chore that could easily be procrastinated.

2. I shrugged him off nonchalantly.

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1. But to me, it felt like a chore that could easily be procrastinated.

2. "Eh, Zhi Hao," my classmate Ryan ( started, )as we ( stepped )into class, "you watered the plants already or not?"

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He did not scold me. That was the worst part. He just nodded and said, "Let's talk after class."
When the bell rang, I dragged my heavy feet to his desk. He looked at me with tired, disappointed eyes.
"You know, sometimes people think their role is small. But small roles keep things running. It's not about the plants, Zhi Hao. It's about learning to be reliable.”
I did not say anything. I just nodded, my face burning with shame.

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He did not scold me. That was the worst part. He just nodded disappointedly and said, "Let's talk after class."

When the bell rang, I dragged my feet reluctantly to his desk.

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The clock was ticking away. Later became lunchtime. Then after school. Then the next day. And the day after that. Each time, I cowardly told myself someone else would do it. Maybe Rachel-she was always the overachiever. Or Isaache liked plants. I was sure someone would handle it.

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By Thursday, the plants outside our class looked appalling and unsightly. The leaves had curled inward, transitioning from a once lush and Green colour to a pale and distasteful yellow. It was dry, and i could imagine it crippling and tearing apart by just a touch of a finger. A few looked like they were bowing in shame. Our Science teacher, Mr. Gan, noticed and pointed out, "Class, what happened to these plants?" Tapping the watering can with his pen, he shook his head in disappointment. "They look like they're auditioning for a desert movie."

Everyone turned to face me. I tried to look busy with my file, but the silence grew louder and louder, the air thickening.

"Zhi Hao," Mr. Gan said, a low rumble in his voice. "weren't you on plant duty this week?"

Reluctantly, I drew in a breath and stood up. "I... I forgot." I muttered under my breath, squinting my eyes as if the sheer force of my eyelids could turn back time to change everything.

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He did not (chide) me.

When the bell rang, I (shuffled) my feet to his desk.

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he did not reprimand me. That was the worst part.he just nodded and said,”let’s talk after class”

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By Thursday, the plants outside our class looked monstrous.

A few looked like they were bowing in remorse.

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That week, I was assigned the class duty of watering the plants outside our classroom. Simple, right? Just grab the watering can, pour some water, and done. But to me, it felt like a chore that had plenty of time to do.

"Eh, Zhi Hao," my classmate Ryan called out to me as we walked into class, "you watered the plants already or not?"

I waved him off. "Relax lah, later then do. Plants not going to run away."

He shrugged. "Up to you lor."

Later became lunchtime. Then after school. Then the next day.

And the day after that. Each time, I told myself someone else would do it. Maybe Rachel-she was always the overachiever. Or Isaac—he liked plants . I was certain that someone would handle it.

But no one did.

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Reflecting back, I learned that when everyone assumes that "somebody" will do it, nothing gets finished.

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recalling back to the experience, I learnt that when everyone assumes

"somebody" will do it, nothing was accomplished and sometimes, that

"somebody" has to be you.

Especially if your name is written in bold letters on the class duty roster.

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That week, I was assigned the class duty of watering the plants outside the classroom. Simple, right? Just grab the water can, pour some water, and done. But to me, it felt like a monotonous chore that would easily wait.

"Eh, Zhi Hao," my classmate Ryan called out in a baffled way as we walked into class, "you watered the plants already or not?"

I waved him off in frustration."Relax lah, later then do. Plants not going to run away."

He shrugged. "Up to you lor."

Later became lunchtime. Then after school. Then the next day.

And the day after that. Each time, I mercy for my idle by I telling myself someone else would do it. Maybe Rachel-she was always the overachiever. Or Isaac—he liked plants. I was sure someone would handle it, they won’t be languorous.

But no one did.

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That weekend, I went back to school with a big bottle of water and a huge sense of guilt and remorse . I watered every plant outside our class, even the ones not on my list. I trimmed the dead leaves and cleaned the watering can too.

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That weekend, I went back to school with a big bottle of water and a persistent, quiet sense of guilt. I watered every plant outside our class, even the ones not on my list. I gently trimmed the crisped dead leaves and cleaned the watering can too.
The following Monday, the plants still looked a little sad—but better. And I did not wait to be reminded again.

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That week, I was assigned the monotonous class duty of watering the plants outside our classroom. Simple, right? Just grab the watering can, pour some water, and done. But to me, it felt like a chore that could easily wait.

"Eh, Zhi Hao," my classmate Ryan called out as we swaggered into class, "you watered the plants already or not?"

I waved him off with a nonchalantly, eyes rolling."Relax lah, later then do. Plants not going to run away."

He shrugged, with no way to persuade me, he replied, "Up to you lor."

Later became lunchtime. Then after school. Then the next day.

And the day after that. Each time, I told myself someone else would do it. Maybe Rachel-she was always the overachiever. Or Isaac—he liked plants. I was sure someone would handle it.

But no one did.

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Looking back, I learned that when everyone supposes

"somebody" will do it, nothing gets done. And sometimes, that

"somebody" has to be you.

Especially if your name is written in bold letters on the class duty roster.

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That weekend, I went back to school with a big bottle of water and a quiet sense of guiltiness . I watered every plant outside our class, even the ones not on my list. I cut the dead leaves and cleaned the watering can too.

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By Thursday, the plants outside our class looked atrocious. A few looked like they were bowing disconcertedly. Our Science teacher, Mr. Gan, noticed.

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That week, I went to school with a huge bottle of water and a quiet sense of remorse.

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That week, I was assigned the class duty of watering the plants outside our classroom. Simple, right? Just lift the watering can, pour some water, and settled. But to me, it felt like a chore that could easily wait.

“Eh, Zhi Hao,” my classmate Ryan called out as we walked into class, “you watered the plants already or not?”

I Offhandedly waved him off. “Relax lah, later then do. Plants not going to run away.”

He shrugged. “Up to you lor.”

Later turned into lunchtime. Then after school. Then the next day. And the day after that. Each time, I thought to myself that someone else would do it. Maybe Rachel—she was always the overachiever. Or Isaac—he fancied plants. I was sure someone would handle it.

However, no one did.

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That weekend, I went back to school with an (enormous) bottle of water and a quiet sense of (remorse).

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He did not scold me. That was the worst part. He just nodded and said, "Let's talk after class."

When the bell rang, I dragged my feet to his desk. He looked at me with tired eyes.

"You know, sometimes people think their role is small. But simple roles keep things running. It's not about the plants, Zhi Hao. It's about learning to be reliable."

I kept silent. I just nodded, my face burning.

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Looking back, I learned that when everyone assumes “somebody” will do it, nothing gets done. And sometimes, that “somebody” has to be you.
Especially if your name is clearly written out in bold, unavoidable letters on the class duty roster.

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Looking back, I learned that when everyone assumes

"somebody" will do it, nothing gets done. And sometimes, that

"somebody" has to be you.

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That week, I was allotted the class duty of watering the plants outside our classroom. Straightforward, right? Just grab the watering can, pour some water, and done. But to me, it felt like a chore that could easily wait.

Later became lunchtime. Then after school. Then the next day. And the day after that. Each time, I reasoned myself someone else would do it. Maybe Rachel-she was always the overachiever. Or Isaac—he liked plants. I was sure someone would take care it.

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That weekend, I went back to school with a big bottle of water and a quiet sense of unwashed guilt. I watered every live plant outside our class, even the ones not on my list.

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That week, I was assigned the class duty of watering the plants outside our classroom. Simple task , right? just like walking a stroll in a park.Just grab the watering can, pour some water, and done. But to me, it felt like a chore that could easily wait.

"Eh, Zhi Hao," my classmate Ryan called out as we walked into class, "you watered the plants already or not?"

I waved him off,telling him that i can wait as it is not too important. "Relax lah, later then do. Plants not going to run away."

He shrugged. "Up to you lor."

Later became lunchtime. Then after school. Then the next day.

And the day after that. Each time, I told myself someone else would do it. Maybe Rachel-she was always the overachiever. Or Isaac—he liked plants. I was sure someone would handle it.

But no one did.

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1. By Thursday, the plants outside our class looked genuinely appalling.

2. "Class, what happened to these plants?" he asked, incessantly knocking the watering can with his pen.

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Reflecting back, I learnt that when everyone assumes that “somebody” would do it, nothing gets accomplished.

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1. By Thursday, the plants outside our class looked like they had been through a war. The leaves had wilted, turning yellow and crispy due dryness. A few looked like they were bowing in shame.

2. "Class, what happened to these plants?" he questioned, a hint of disappointment appearing in his voice. Poking the watering can with his red pen. "They look like they're auditioning for a desert movie."

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(Reflecting), I learnt that when everyone assumes somebody would do it, nothing gets done.

Especially if your name is (emphasised) in bold letters on the class duty roster.

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That particular week, I was assigned to the most boring class duty of watering the plants outside our classroom. Simple, right? Just grab the watering can, pour a few drops of water, and done. But to me, it felt like a chore that could easily wait for eternity. How I wish I could vanish off this earth without a single trace of me.

"Eh, Zhi Hao," my classmate Ryan berated out as we strolled into class like in the garden, "you watered the plants already or not?"

I patted him off. "Relax lah, later then do. Plants not going to run for their lives , they do not have legs to run!”

He shrugged and flicked his fingers. "Up to you lor."

Later became lunchtime. Then after school. Then the next day. Time passes faster and faster just like the speed of lighting strikes.

And the day after that.Not a single soul did the class duty and nothing has been achieved since then. Each time, I told myself someone else would complete it. Maybe Rachel-she was always the overachiever. Or Isaac—he is a plant enthusiast . I was certainly sure someone would handle it.

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By Thursday, the plants outside our class looked horrendous . The leaves had folded, turning yellow and dry. the plant looked sick.A few looked like they were bowing in shame. Our Science teacher, Mr. Gan, noticed it.

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He did not chastise me. That was the worst part. He just nodded grimly and said, "Let's talk after class."

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He did not punish me.

He just nodded seriously and said,”Let’s talk after class.”

When the bell rang i reluctantly dragged my feet to his desk.

‘’You know sometimes people think their role is small and insignificant.

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Taking me by surprise, He did not reprimand me. To me, that was the worst part, because the four words I dreaded the most would follow after. And right on cue, Mr Gan said, "Let's talk after class."

The bell rang, its loud ringing traveling down my spine. I shivered, knowing who was awaiting me. I dragged my feet to Mr Gan’s desk. Somehow, on the journey there, my feet felt a thousand pounds heavier, and it felt as though it could drag me down anytime. When i reached Mr Gan’s desk, he looked at me with tired, blood-shot eyes that lay low under his brows.

"You know, sometimes people think their role is small and manageable. But small roles keep things running. It's not about the plants, Zhi Hao. It's about learning to be reliable."

I did not say anything. I just nodded, my face burning.

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By Thursday, the plants outside our class looked appalling . The leaves had folded, turning yellow and dry. A few looked like they were bowing in shame and discouragement.Our Science teacher, Mr. Gan, noticed.

"Class, what happened to these plants?" he asked, tapping the watering can with his pen. Everyone sensed his lividness in his tone. "They look like they're auditioning for a desert movie."

Everyone turned to look at me. I tried to look busy with my file, but the silence said it all.

"Zhi Hao," Mr. Gan said slowly, "weren't you on plant duty this week?"

I stood up and answered in a hesitant and panicking manner, "I... I forgot."

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"Eh, Zhi Hao," my classmate Ryan called out as we strolled into class, "you watered the plants already or not?"

2.each time i convinced myself that someone would do it

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That week, I was assigned the class duty of watering the plants outside our classroom. Simple, right? Just grab the watering can, pour some water, and done. But to me, it felt like a chore that could easily wait.

"Eh, Zhi Hao," my classmate Ryan called out as we walked into class, "you watered the plants already or not?"

I expaserately waved him off. "Relax lah, later then do. Plants not going to run away."

He agitatedly said. "Up to you lor."

Later became lunchtime. Then after school. Then the next day.

And the day after that. Each time, I told myself someone else would do it. Maybe Rachel-she was always the overachiever. Or Isaac—he liked plants. I was sure someone would handle it.

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That weekend, I returned to school with a big bottle of water and a quiet sense of guilt as my body is filled with regret. I watered every plant outside our class, even the ones not on my list. I trimmed the dead leaves and cleaned the watering can too.

The following Monday, the plants still looked a little sad-but better. And I did not wait to be reminded again.

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Looking back, I learned that when everyone assumes "somebody" will do it, nothing gets completed.

Especially if your name is recorded down in bold letters on the class duty roster.

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By Thursday, the plants outside was a withered mess. The leaves had folded, turning yellow and dry. I couldn’t help but feel remorseful, as I recalled the luscious green leaves the plants used to have.

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By Thursday, the plants outside our class looked atrocious.The leaves had folded, turning yellow and dry. A few looked like they were bowing in shame. Our Science teacher, Mr. Gan, noticed it.

"Class, what happened to these plants?" he asked, tapping the watering can with his pen. "They look like they're auditioning for a desert movie."

Everyone turned their attention to me.I tried to look like i was occupied with my file, but the silence said it all.

"Zhi Hao," Mr. Gan said slowly, "weren't you on plant duty this week?"

I stood up with guilt."I... I forgot."

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1. By Thursday, the plants outside our class looked horrendous. The leaves had folded, turning yellow and withered.

2. Everyone turned to look at me. I tried to look occupied with my file, but the silence said it all.

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Everyone turned to stare at me. I tried to act busy with my file, but the silence said it.

By Thursday, the plants outside our class looked terrible gruesome . The leaves had folded, turning yellow and dry. A few looked like they were bowing in indignity. Our Science teacher, Mr. Gan, noticed.