Reminiscing
I miss school days.
Secondary school days were a blast. That was where I found some of my best friends which I still keep in touch with now.
Secondary one
I still remember the excitement I felt on my first day of school. Nevermind what everyone says about my 'ugly' uniform (its not ugly!!), I actually felt a sense of pride. The bus ride to school was jittery. Other than this other girl from my primary school, there was no one else I knew who was going to the same school.
And guess what? Assembling just outside the classroom, I caught glimpses of this girl who looked awfully familiar. Turns out she was an old friend from kindergarten! haha, funny funny. Who would to guess we would cross paths again and these days, i always refer her as my oldest friend. She got married last year and I was honoured to be the emcee/translator for her church wedding. Am just waiting to be god-ma to her kiddos now. ha.
Secondary two
I must have been mad to get myself involved in 4 ecas. Was chosen to be a school prefect, and I was also in the school squash team, choir and Christian Fellowship. And that was the year Singapore hosted the Commonwealth games, so off I went to take part in the combined schools choir. A memorable experience, not to mention the opportunities to ogle at the cuties from the boys schools.. lol.. catholic high guys are cute... :)~ heh
That was also the year I went to UK for the first time with the girls from school. It was a literary tour. 14 days? Visted places like Big Ben, Bath, Blackpool, Lake district.. totally awesome!
And, yeah I remembered Pam in her gawky short hair with huge glasses!! fine, I was gawky looking too! lol
Secondary three and four
With the pressure of 'O' levels and prefectorial board (I was given the honour to be the Head Prefect), I slowly drifted away from choir and CF. I remembered the hours spent in Prefects' room having meetings and running off to other schools to attend events like Prefects' Investiture/Commendation.
There was a lot of unspoken expectations from the teachers and everyone else. I had to be a role model both in conduct and studies and sometimes the pressure was unbearable. The tears were shed in silence, cause the Head girl ain't suppose to be weak.
Nevertheless, I wouldn't have grown and matured without these pressure and responsibilites. Looking back, those things happened for a reason.. a God-intended reason for me to develop myself. And till this day, I am glad.
JC days!!
Freeeeeeeeeeddddddoooooommmmmmmm !! Maybe I am a late bloomer when it comes to rebelling and having disregard for school rules and decorum. I was secretly harbouring the desire to rebel. Was plotting schemes to play truant etc. Orientation was a blast! I had so much fun and laughter, and it was no longer important if people didn't see me as a strict disciplinarian. cause I wasn't! I didn't want to be in the limelight anymore, i wanted to be the average student.
But that was a little hard when the principal actually knows you (should have gone to acjc to rebel instead! kidding!). So barely into week 1 of school, I was sat down by the principal and council teachers who eloquently listed the wonders and pride of being a student councillor. So lured into it I was.
Being a student councillor was miles apart from being a school prefect. No need to enforce discipline!! From 'catching' people who were late, without their name tag, or with socks unfolded etc as a prefect... I switched doing things like organising for National Day celebration, college day, cheerleeding as a councillor, staying overnight in schools to paint banners and climbing over school gates at night, that was quite a transition. heh.
You know what..I think I learnt to be serious in seconday days. And jc days showed me the need to liven up and relax. And life's a good balance.
posted by Shazza at Friday, August 27, 2004
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home