13 Norms, Deviance, Consequence (2/2)
Words like that came filling the whole venue, that even the seniors were piqued and the staff began to have difficulties in controlling the outrage...but then, it was not long before she, herself intervened and spelled the end of her privacy being invaded by the network of information that students shared about her, albeit positive.
”Norms. Deviance. Consequence”
The moment she uttered those three words, the outrage slowly de-escalated.
”As you can see. Life Is a paradox that knows no ephemerality. It wants improvement by making us follow the norms, but it does not know, that true progress is and only fruit of deviance from conformity. Moreover, while deviance is a requirement for us to meet exemplary heights, it does not mean that we also have to defy our de rigueur... And that would also mean to respect this introvert that was forced in talking in front of a massive crowd.”
And there it went. The indirect yet explicit bombshell that became the pedestal of proper silence. Still, she went far as to call herself an introvert, and what's even more interesting is that she publicly declared being forced to talk in front held against her own will. Not so bad.
”The deviance that I am delineating is certainly not about absconding professionalism, but it is about abandoning the norms of mediocrity that the world order considered too sacred to be altered. In a world full of players, let us not metamorphose into becoming one of these disparaging entities, but let us be game-changers, whose mind is set on things above, on the stellar level, more than a mediocre mind can even imagine grasping in their own hands. For this year, I hope that with the participation of all parties present here today, a school year of challenge and transparent learning is to be unveiled. I have no intention of making this speech of considerable length, but I want to wish everyone a great school year. Thank you and Godspeed”
Well, that was Prima Donna for you. Everyone in the venue and even the headmaster himself then converged her speech with gargantuan ovation. Probably louder than what the Headmaster Radars was given beforehand. You could hear the words ”Encore”, ”bravo” and the likes coalesced with a cascade of echoing handclaps and other forms of non-verbal admiration.
Yet, as she is passing the mic to the lady in charge, she took a glimpse of me that struck me with the likes of a sharp feeling, that I am unable to explain. It was a dark, eccentric and malefic gaze that if I am to describe, is like the disparaging eyes of that one murderer-my brother from years ago, although, it was less murderous.
My head started to ache, with heartbeats raising at bare maximum as the image of that dreadful night again came to my reminiscence. But all I can do is to hold out the pang until the ceremony will soon reach its extremity.
”Thank you for that precise, yet wonderful speech, Ms. Reignsworth. Now let us hear the words from the Preceptral Committee of Systems Chairman, to acquaint you with the new curriculum of this institution and its majored rules and regulations” the lady emcee again began a chatter.
Before I knew it, the opening ceremony came to an end and we were instructed to return to our respective classrooms for the commencement of formal classes. As the curtains of the stage slowly started closing, it was then that I realized, that I was wrong of expecting a mundane ceremony.
Yet, what I frivolously failed to disregard was that bizarre feeling as she looked into me...
What was the meaning of that gaze?...
..Why give it to me now?...
..What's behind it?
Celes Stella Reignsworth, the Prima Donna of her previous school and is likely to be named the same, at this University. Now she piques my curiosity as to what disposition lies behind that fame-mired name?