Secondary my tertiary
It was not exceptionally well for PSLE, but was a score that gave my parents a sign of relief and entered an express stream. There, tremendous change, from outlook, to circle of friends, to choices I have made in life, to regrets I have done, to turning into a debater towards my loved ones, learning importance of kinship, managing finances, scoring bursaries etc. I had cliques and cliques, but there were these few that stayed with me. I was mean to some and really chitty to some and sporting to some. After school, different classes will meet up and play soccer at some neighbourhood land, and unlucky me came a ball crashing right straight o my face, I had a swollen nose that day. Secondary where I turned to see how rebellious some people could be, ensuring I am not turning into their footsteps. How scoring top in a few class tests made me understand that I am not that stupid, I am slow, but I am learner, what’s there to worry off? We paid them to teach us, so be wise and made use of things at our advantage, not getting overboard. The happiness on my parents when they know I could be this well, performing in my academic. In my primary school days, I was always getting the last ten in position, I never took studying seriously, I never knew the importance how my peers are doing, constant pressure by parents, the bloody word - comparison, somehow made me bucked up, the spirit continue till now, the kiasuism that stays in me, how I would like things to be done in neat and proper pace, of course, not everyone agrees with it too. This school made me a better person, it is not true that the environment influences one a lot, it is how you handle the entire round by judging what is appropriate and what’s not. Our tiny brain is almost mature by this age to differentiate what we probably want. How days I will get food from home like an apple and a sandwich to the back of the class to have my recess, with prefects patrolling the corridors, we had to hide well to avoid detention. It is an offence to stay in class for they worry we might pry into classmate’s bag to steal and all. We are a discipline bunch, not retorting to those means. Interestingly, I knew more about images, concerning about outlook, this starts the BGR stories. It was like a common question “got boyfriend not?” “how many months together already” “where is he from?”, my answer was plain, I had none. I was not an attractive girl, I was concern about looks but not feeling right for those relationship, I had mutual friends whom I felt I can spend quality time and cherishing one another in decades to come. And I do not mean those come and go ones. Crush, infatuation were terms used but what is the true meaning behind it? GO AND STUDY. The shopping days, where I gained all my experiences happened here as well, freedom all started from here, the trust from daddy mommy were evermore. I thank them for allowing me to get into the right path and tolerating all my childishness. The money, the tuition money spend on me, the lucky me that had really nice tutor (maths) whom went through extra mile to make sure I understood. Praises from everyone knowing I am focusing, maintaining, turned me into a confident person. A kid need praises, it really work wonders and will not cause you to have a sore throat. My effort in booking teachers to clarify questions, and one comment on me I could remember was a friend was describing me as “the girl who always raise up her hands to ask!” There was not much backstabbing but there were bitching. Minor disciplinary problems like short skirt, long hair to be tied up, ankle sockc etc. Those were tolerable , they were not to the extend of calling of parents. One amazing thing is that I only attended detention once and that was because I went to the toilet without getting a pass (it was a relief teacher and she was so busy so I simply went ahead and was caught(-_-)

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