Life in Australia

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The other day, at my daughter's school, I saw someone standing on a chair - putting up alphabets on the school big noticeboard.
Out of idle curiosity, I walked up towards the board, and was not a little bit surprised to see that it was the school principal. 
Surprised because I thought of all the principals of my various schools who were in the eyes of all of us such super human characters, the kind who would rather be dead than be seen as ordinary mortals! Of course, the fact that each had an army of peons to do their bidding could have something to do about it, but all the school staff and us children were in complete awe of these remote beings. 
And here was the principal of this school standing on a chair putting up a sign on the notice board. 
 

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