Wednesday, May 27, 2009

The first day I entered the school premises, with a heart that awaits a fun-filled year with the new-found friends; it turned out to be a semester of joy, terror and excitement.

On the first day, all was conservative. Barely anyone had an open heart to embrace reality, either keeping to themselves or hanging out with their school mates. The first day, the most relaxed day throughout the semester, was entertained by our form teacher who started the semester off with a scolding. Actually, most were laughing as a classmate shouted a word that is rather rude when she entered. Then, she taught us something about moral values. However, it was entertaining, knowing that the class had a joker in the ranks.

During LA, it was again a day with unexpected ecstasy. The class was asked to introduce themselves. In a typical boy's school, most of us were boisterous and lively, enjoying soccer, basketball, wrestling, most things that have something to do with sports. Some of the quieter students, like Hui Ming, enjoyed the essence of studying and doing well in school. This was of course, until some jokers like me made a joke out of something. When Jim said that he likes Liverpool, I contradicted him by stating that I hate Liverpool. This caused many to laugh and the class started to contradict one another. A moment of bliss engulfed most of us, upon finding out that our language command was good, being placed in a class that has an advanced learning curriculum.

As usual, my love for Maths continued to grow, especially after the introduction of the first Maths lesson, being grouped together to play a game that requires much thinking. This was enriching. Every first lesson of each subject had the same fun in it, leaving us in seventh heaven and anticipating what was going to happen in the times to come.

However, it was not what I had expected. In an unforeseen twist of fate, the semester went from perfection to neutralization, from neutralization to complete boredom, from boredom to a horrible sense of disgust, from the sense of disgust to a terrifying dreadfulness.

When the bonding of the class settled, the steady increase in the difficulty of secondary school education took its toll. It was started of like the usual primary school curriculum, not as tiring and furious as the improved education. It was neutralized. We had a horrible time coping with it. Let's see, from, 4 core subjects, jumping to 7. You will know what it feels like only when you experienced it yourself.

It then took another turn that brought about much fatigue. Despite a lively change that was taken into our lives by the CCA Orientation, it was the time when the boredom from the relentless hours studying for our test. The time was the worst ever possible as the festive mood from PSLE all of a sudden ended our momentum and we had to pick up pace when the iron was barely hot. It was a time for he racking of brains, knocking out from the bare minds the slight fulcrum to start of the intelligence within us in order to pass our test.

The horrible sense of disgust comes about when you face the fierce and harsh reality, sitting in the increasing tension of the examination hall, with the hearts thumping wildly, awaiting the perfect opportunity to leap into your mouth. The examination sheet is placed on your table, you are only given 40 minutes. Inching your fingers forward slowlyy to your pen, the invigilator has yet to start the exam. When it starts, flip over the paper and find out that you did not understand a thing at all. No matter how you scratch your scalp, bite your nails, unleashing all the bad habits, your stomach will be twisted into an upsetting sense of disgust. Receiving the marked test paper from your teachers' hands, you will receive another shock, either a temporary moment of bliss or another moment of disgust.

My terrifying dreadfulness started when the new term started. Most of my teachers had a bad day, most had frustration. Fury, rage, whatever you hate, detest, you will get it. The teachers were either pissed when we were to noisy or when we didn't want to talk. You keep to silent, they get irritated, you get to rowdy, they get annoyed. To top it of, a another bad result slip for the term will be the icing on the cake.

-H@rKy-

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