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Saturday, October 22, 2011
1:47 PM Since young, I had always been in the best class. Even if I wasn't, I would be among the top in my class. In Primary 1, there was no streaming. But generally, negative connotations will be placed on alphabets further back. I was in 1k, the last class in terms of sequence. In Primary 2, I was in the second best class. 2B. I wasn't happy because I wanted first. Even with a broken right arm which is my master hand, I got 2nd in class. In Primary 3, I was in the best class. 3A. My favourite boy then went to 3B. I was a little sad. In Primary 4, I remained in the best class. 4A. It was a streaming year and I wanted to get into the best stream that all the parents wished their child would go. In Primary 5, I got into the best stream and class. 5A. I proved my worth, my parents were damn proud of me. In Primary 6, I was still in the best class. 6A. But somehow all great men will fall one day, and it happened to me on my PSLE. My dream school was Anglican High, like many of my classmates, but no, I did not end up there. In Dunman, life was very interesting. I bet if I was admitted into a better school, I wouln't have learnt so much about life. Dunman taught me life is not about studies. You have to fulfil other things in life first, then studies will follow naturally. In Sec 1, I was in the fourth class. 1D. Hated it. In Sec 2, I was in the second best class. Hated it at first too, because I wasn't in 2A. But realised 2B is really a super fun batch of people. It was also the time when everything changed. I got to thank the people in my life then, who were responsible for whatever I am today. Especially my good friend Leonard, who eventually pulled out to head to VJC for integrated program. It felt like I lost someone who would fight with me alongside until we graduate from Dunman. This year, I got top ten in my class and got 25/200+ people. I am elated when I was offered triple science. In Sec 3, things changed. I was in the best class. 3A. Competition was super stiff. Being the notorious me, I couldn't stand how studious the class was. But eventually I settled down. Results sucked relatively to my classmates, but passable in general. They say if you take triple sciences you will be damn stressed, but I believe the stress was necessary. I ended up in a hell lot of remedials in my class. In Sec 4, things remained. Remedials and night studies my life 4evaaaa. It was the toughest period. I wanted to go VJC to find Leonard after he rattled for two year on how awesome his school was. BUT, I ENDED UP IN MERIDIAN. I NEVER REGRET THIS CHOICE. 08S417 was the best thing ever in my academic life. Despite not being close to them because I was largely occupied with ODAC in year 1, they will forever pull me along with them for whatever thing the class have. I was an outcast in the class who did not feel outcasted. Gini, Kuans, Songsong, Siawj, all became my closer friends in class and after A levels. ODAC taught me things larger than life, about nature, adventure races, marathons, camps. I dare say no one in Meridian had a more fulfilling life than us, ODACians in our jc days. We lived life larger than books, but we studied hard enough to be the best still. On results day, ODAC fared extremely well as a whole. Our teacher was impressed with this bunch of highly energetic and crazy ODACians. We are the 6th ODACians and we are proud to let the school know of our presence. This was the peak of my life. I scored well enough to get in the course I always wanted. I was so relieved and proud of myself. & here I am in NBS, and the downhill starts. Everyone is so smart here. I could hardly take them on with just mugging (if its even considered mugging). Maybe the first step would be to really start studying like I mean it. I should bother less about how people see me and view me. I will not care about my unglamness like I would not in my JC days. I will sit with one leg up on my other knee, spin my pen while listening in class, walk like I own the streets. I will not expect the worse of myself to prevent disappointment from the outcome anymore. Because most of the time, it always happens if I think this way. I will not be afraid of failure. I will compose myself once again and make my days here count. I've worked so hard for 12 years to be here, if I give up now, I will be wasting these 12 years away. No way, there must be a goal after this long-term university goal I have set for myself since young. I will regain my confidence like how I did when all evidences turned against me when I was in ODAC. I will stop trying only when I get what I want. |
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