Pebbled Paths and Roadside Flowers
Ya know what? I probably should clean my room.
If I had RM5 every time my mom tells me I'm the Messiest Girl She Knows, I'd have.... enough to buy a decent prom dress.
But if you tried asking her just how many teenage girls she knows, and how many whose rooms she has entered, she'd pretend to be too busy to hear you.
Anyway, I'm on it.
I started clearing out this cupboard that I had. There's this huge pile of school stuff that I've collected throughout my schooling years.
After one schooling phase, I'd just chuck everything (report cards, school photos) in there and move on to the next phase.
Well, here I am, 9 months till the next phase (University here I come!), and till then I have no school to go to. (So technically, I'm no longer a "student"?)
So I started cleaning out the cupboard, and man oh man how much I've grown.
Schooling Year Number 1
That, me friends, is a photo of the FIRST ever class I was a part of. My classmates and I were all of 3 years old!
Apparently, you can never get kids to stay still long enough to take a good photo.
Spot me? (Second row, first one on the right!)
I was such a crybaby back then. My mom told me the teacher was very apprehensive about allowing me to go to the zoo on a class trip, which, of course, made me cry even more.
I got to go anyway. I remember we had KFC. Till now it's hard to not associate zoos with KFC.
Schooling Year Number 4
The year I graduated from kindergarten. With graduation robes and mortarboards. Cool eh?
One of my kindergarten classmates was also doing SAM in Taylor's. She used to be my best friend, I used to go to her house real often, then we'd break off lead from colour pencils, and we'd "cook" them in cups of water.
I probably attended no less than 5 of her birthday parties, 'cause she'd always invite me, even after we've moved on to primary school.
I don't know if she even remembers me now.
Kindergarten phase over, moved on to primary school phase!
Schooling Year Number 10
I rummaged through the entire cupboard, but couldn't find photos of my Standard 1 - 4 classes. So those are like, the Lost Schooling Years, or something. Like a Blank Page in my History Book.
Still, that was me, in Standard 6. A few of my then-classmates went to Catholic High, and a LOT of them went/go to Taylor's. (Clicky for a better looky! You could probably recognize a lot of them from Taylor's.)
That was when I was paaaaiiinnfully quiet. That was one thing Chuan Ling makes sure I never forget. ("You know that time I damn scared talk to you one you know!")
Schooling Year Number 11
Hahah, I love this photo!
Canyousee canyousee? We all had weird hairstyles back then!
Look at mine! My then-signature Mushroom Hair!
Oh man, so funny la.
Form 1, by the way. I used to get SO excited when I was in primary school and I realized I was going on to secondary school.
Secondary school kids looked so adult. I wanted to be like them.
Huh, fat chance of me looking Adult. I mean, till now I still don't look Adult.
Schooling Year Number 15
Final year of high school.
I grew up (somewhat),
wanted to be a doctor,
heard that a lot of people wanted to do SAM,
wondered why they'd even consider doing SAM (why SAM?! A-Level better!),
contemplated doing Form 6 (and International Baccalaureate),
and stayed in KL an entire week in isolation (to prepare for SPM).
And then -
Schooling Year Number 16
College class!
I changed subjects and switched class, then changed my mind and switched program, to eventually end up learning about the good and bad of science in the same four walls as these people.
(Good of science - sometimes it amazes you. The Creator must've had one heck of a time coordinating the universe like this.)
(Bad of science - uhh the failed papers and the desperate attempts of last-minute cramming.)
Phew! 16 years of schooling.
Can you imagine?
One year after the next, 16 back-to-back years!
How can you medicine-hopefuls tahan the thought of another 5 years of med school, then another dunno-how-many-years of specialized study?
Just thinking about it exhausts me.
But it has all been great fun.
The whining about exams, the copying of homework ("Don't bulat-bulat copy ah! Change a bit here and there!"), the frantic attempts to hide Barang Larangan when there were rumours of spot checks.
The going out on the last day of exams to celebrate, the joy of bumping into a friend on school corridors, the deciding what to eat during breaks.
The best part, though, is the learning part.
I know I know, we hate exams and homework.
But when you look back and realize all these things you know that you didn't know before, there's a huuuge sense of satisfaction, plus you actually feel a lot smarter!
To be able to explain science stuff to people like your parents, ahhhhh nice!
Wouldn't give it up for anything.
There ya go. My schooling journey.
Can't wait for the next Phase to come along!
If I had RM5 every time my mom tells me I'm the Messiest Girl She Knows, I'd have.... enough to buy a decent prom dress.
But if you tried asking her just how many teenage girls she knows, and how many whose rooms she has entered, she'd pretend to be too busy to hear you.
Anyway, I'm on it.
I started clearing out this cupboard that I had. There's this huge pile of school stuff that I've collected throughout my schooling years.
After one schooling phase, I'd just chuck everything (report cards, school photos) in there and move on to the next phase.
Well, here I am, 9 months till the next phase (University here I come!), and till then I have no school to go to. (So technically, I'm no longer a "student"?)
So I started cleaning out the cupboard, and man oh man how much I've grown.
Schooling Year Number 1
That, me friends, is a photo of the FIRST ever class I was a part of. My classmates and I were all of 3 years old!
Apparently, you can never get kids to stay still long enough to take a good photo.
Spot me? (Second row, first one on the right!)
I was such a crybaby back then. My mom told me the teacher was very apprehensive about allowing me to go to the zoo on a class trip, which, of course, made me cry even more.
I got to go anyway. I remember we had KFC. Till now it's hard to not associate zoos with KFC.
Schooling Year Number 4
The year I graduated from kindergarten. With graduation robes and mortarboards. Cool eh?
One of my kindergarten classmates was also doing SAM in Taylor's. She used to be my best friend, I used to go to her house real often, then we'd break off lead from colour pencils, and we'd "cook" them in cups of water.
I probably attended no less than 5 of her birthday parties, 'cause she'd always invite me, even after we've moved on to primary school.
I don't know if she even remembers me now.
Kindergarten phase over, moved on to primary school phase!
Schooling Year Number 10
I rummaged through the entire cupboard, but couldn't find photos of my Standard 1 - 4 classes. So those are like, the Lost Schooling Years, or something. Like a Blank Page in my History Book.
Still, that was me, in Standard 6. A few of my then-classmates went to Catholic High, and a LOT of them went/go to Taylor's. (Clicky for a better looky! You could probably recognize a lot of them from Taylor's.)
That was when I was paaaaiiinnfully quiet. That was one thing Chuan Ling makes sure I never forget. ("You know that time I damn scared talk to you one you know!")
Schooling Year Number 11
Hahah, I love this photo!
Canyousee canyousee? We all had weird hairstyles back then!
Look at mine! My then-signature Mushroom Hair!
Oh man, so funny la.
Form 1, by the way. I used to get SO excited when I was in primary school and I realized I was going on to secondary school.
Secondary school kids looked so adult. I wanted to be like them.
Huh, fat chance of me looking Adult. I mean, till now I still don't look Adult.
Schooling Year Number 15
Final year of high school.
I grew up (somewhat),
wanted to be a doctor,
heard that a lot of people wanted to do SAM,
wondered why they'd even consider doing SAM (why SAM?! A-Level better!),
contemplated doing Form 6 (and International Baccalaureate),
and stayed in KL an entire week in isolation (to prepare for SPM).
And then -
Schooling Year Number 16
College class!
I changed subjects and switched class, then changed my mind and switched program, to eventually end up learning about the good and bad of science in the same four walls as these people.
(Good of science - sometimes it amazes you. The Creator must've had one heck of a time coordinating the universe like this.)
(Bad of science - uhh the failed papers and the desperate attempts of last-minute cramming.)
Phew! 16 years of schooling.
Can you imagine?
One year after the next, 16 back-to-back years!
How can you medicine-hopefuls tahan the thought of another 5 years of med school, then another dunno-how-many-years of specialized study?
Just thinking about it exhausts me.
But it has all been great fun.
The whining about exams, the copying of homework ("Don't bulat-bulat copy ah! Change a bit here and there!"), the frantic attempts to hide Barang Larangan when there were rumours of spot checks.
The going out on the last day of exams to celebrate, the joy of bumping into a friend on school corridors, the deciding what to eat during breaks.
The best part, though, is the learning part.
I know I know, we hate exams and homework.
But when you look back and realize all these things you know that you didn't know before, there's a huuuge sense of satisfaction, plus you actually feel a lot smarter!
To be able to explain science stuff to people like your parents, ahhhhh nice!
Wouldn't give it up for anything.
There ya go. My schooling journey.
Can't wait for the next Phase to come along!
Labels: Life the Subject Matter
isthisme exuded garlic breath at 4:40 AM
