This is my story...

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Whenever I go back to my schools, I'll have this feeling of nostalgia. Being jobless and wandering around nowhere for the past 2 months after my A levels, I realise that actually studying and schooling aren't as bad as what students think. Studies and exams stress you out. You got competition among you and your friends. But come to think of it, you really kill your time in school. Unlike staying at home or working, you have to do the same routine everyday which I must say, you'll never wanna do that if you have the choice...

Goddamnit, why must I have to wake up so early in the morning at 6am, dragging and forcing myself out of my wonderful and comfortable bed, heading right to the batheroom, getting my tooth brushed, reluctantly turning on the shower tap, and let water run down my mindless "early in the morning" body? Then I dried myself and wore the set of clothes which I must wear 5 times a week: The Uniform.

OMG! I forgot to have my breakfast! What a day man. Reached school and after the lengthy National Anthem, we are dissipated to our classes and that's when school starts. We sat down anyhow and wherever we wanna sit, took out our notes and stuff and suddenly you realised.... oh no, I forgot to bring my notes! And worse still, I didn't complete my homework! I am gonna get it. This is when the fun part comes. You borrowed a part of your friend's notes, detached it and put it on your desk, as if it was yours. Then when the teacher walked past you, you will crap with him. He will believe you. As for the homework? Oh I lent it to my friend which was from the other class.

Then you felt boring after 20min of lessons. You began to stand up, "Cher, I go toilet arh." And rushed to the canteen to get a drink or two, and then you saw your friends. You sat down to chat for like 10min then headed back to class. The teacher asked where have you been and you replied "Stomachache!". Then you started your nonsense which made the whole class giggle, full of laughter. You began to ask stupid questions like "How many children you have arh cher?" or "How old are you?" or "How long have you been teaching?". Those questions which are totally unrelated to Chemistry or Physics or Math.

Then a test came. It was a mass test. You realised that you didnt study for it. Nevermind it's ok. The first thing which came to your mind was "this is a test only, not included in my promotional exam" and second thing was "most of the people also didnt study for it so all will end up like me". Then you sat there, played with your calculator, slept for around 15min and did a bit of the questions. When it was coming to an end, you quickly borrow answers from your smart aleck friends and copy down the whole chunck of rubbish not knowing what are they writing.

Then it was breaktime. You rushed down to the canteen, realising the food sucks, so you and your friends decided to play some ice throwing game, whereby who threw the furthest and out of the school, wins. You sat around and started to crap, talking abt the next lessons, plots to skip other lessons, things to do after school... and when you'd finished eating you expect others to clear your plate so you quickly rush off to get a drink. Little did you know that everyone on that table was waiting for your that move, so they can use you to buy drinks for them..

Lecture time. What a boring topic. So you decided to sit around and chat with your friends about what was showing on yesterday's TV, about girls across the lecture hall, about things which happened yesterday night with your girlfriend. Some read magazines, some laid their heads on the table. Then suddenly you heard your name through the speakers. You are dead. The lecturer spotted you for not paying attention and wanted you to present something to the whole lecture hall. Then suddenly the whole hall was flooded with applause. You feel embarrassed. Goddamnit. Why me?

Then lessons time again. This time it was this boring Math lesson which you had to attend everyday. Suddenly some of your friends from other classes were playing basketball. So you had to choose to play or to study, but ultimately some of you went down to play. Then after 15min of fun, you were thinking "eh like very bad leh the teacher so good but we pon her lessons." So you rushed back to the class with your whole body perspiring, you and your uniform stinks to the core and perspiration was dripping, you entered the class. "OMG where have you been!" the teacher exclaimed. You designed a whole lot of crap to cover yourself, and everyone was laughing at your nonsense.

Then PE. Goddamnit. I need to run 10 rounds again! So you pretended that you had stomachache, or you sprained your ankle. But the PE teachers weren't that stupid so your excuses were void. You STILL have to run in the end. You took your time with your friends. Walking and running at the same time, enjoying the breeze and scenery which you have been seeing it everyday of your life, then ran away for a drink or two, then came back saying to yourselves that I had ran another 2 rounds so I have 6 rounds left.

At the end of the day, you felt tired. It wasn't over yet. You still have your CCAs. It was fun, because you could bargain with your captains. You had this 10 round PE lesson so you begged him not to torture you again. Then again, if you are in those non sports CCA, you feel like skipping them, going home and sleep through the night.

Finished. Done with school. You are so shagged. You need to rest at home. And when you wake up, you realised that you have so many things to do for tomorrow. GP essays. Chinese compo. Math tutorials. OMG you are going crazy.

Tomorrow is just Tuesday. So when will it be Friday again?

This is school life, it's much more fun than working and slacking life. Trust me. If I have the choice I will go back to school again, oogling at girls with my friends, crapping with the teachers and making the whole class laugh, skipping lectures, making the teachers furious and promise them that you will never do it again, but again you did it in a different way. Going out for a movie instead of going for Math lecture. Slacking around the library, playing Bridge, getting caught for untucking your shirt, coloured hair, for not attending classes, running away from teachers...

I miss my class.

Rambled by kaSh at 2:23 pm