Primary School
I said hi to the optician and enter the land of blind bats at the aged of 7. It was my life long friend, I don’t supposed I dare to go for Lasik. I also enter a new school that is ten times the size of my previous. Faces were once again different, everyone was taller than ever, since P1-P5, I was always the first 5 shortest. I get to see the best view of everything when we are lining up, holding on hands of the opposite sex, feeling shy etc. I could remember vividly on the first time of school, they allowed parents to come and visit their darling attending Day one. They provided us with milo and some pathetic biscuits, when my class arrived at the canteen, I frantically looked for mommy and aunty whom to my surprise brought me lunch box with food inside, they even asked me to buy food at the stall for “them”, apparently they want to train me, I plucked up my courage and did so, I counted the change the stall owner gave me, I was paranoid like a few cents less and I am going to confront her, showing her see a P1 maths genius! Day two during recess, I came down and thought they will still be there, hidden in the group of parents at the waiting zone, but there was no sight of them, at that point of time, I knew I had to be strong, I had a few friends and we said and started Barbie Dolls talking. The years past, getting more familiarize with the school, hearing ghost stories “If you go up to the highest floor of the school, there will be 4 mirrors at the staircase, put your 30cm long ruler in and it will go through, what so ever.” Becoming a teacher’s pet, carrying everything for her to and fro her office as if I am a slave but I was so proud like “hey you you you all see, teacher likes me, she wants me only, woooo!” I would take mops, rags, broom, dustpan and clean up for her the Art Room she was in charge of where I don’t even do chores for mommy at home. The stupid BCG jab that made me cry when no one was doing so, some coward shit, after the jab I turned so hyper that the nurse had to calm me down. I was performing my ballet skills on the ground. Also there were the “I don’t friend you” “ you don’t friend me days”, juveniles little brags. We had interclass competition(badminton/netball) after PSLE, where 10 girls including me represent the class, we acted like some ah lians “play rough” when we realised we started losing at the semi-quarters. We had a leader where we follow her and listened to her instructions cause she had this sharp comb and cool hairstyle, haha. Getting pathetic 40 cents red pen from-my-beloved-only-able-to-shop place in school, the bookshop for my teacher in their Teacher’s Day celebration. I had started ballet classes Primary 1, I remember her forcing me to bent till I broke out in tears, “I cannot”, she was pushing my rib cage as I bent, I really felt like squeezing her boobs till she explode. Then she was like “the girl beside you so fat also can, you cant!”. What a encouragement, but I did persevered till she felt I was the best and started asking me to be a demonstrator whenever she needs to show something to her class. There was this candle performance where I was dancing on the stage, the wax was dripping on my palm, it is was hurting but I acted as if nothing happened, man I was courageous, a bit, least.

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