Friday, May 09, 2008
End of the journey
So this is it..my educational journey has ended.
While waiting for the invigilators to collect my final exam script from us, I sat at the table, and somehow, everything just came gushing back.
From the very first day my mum held my hands and walked me to Yamaha Nursery (I vaguely remember that)....to
-the throes of first day jitteries in Primary 1...
-the countless spelling, Ting Xie, mental sums, CA, Exams....
-Primary 3 streaming that more or less determines your future...
-COUNTLESS tuition, music lessons, art classes...
-Awarded "Most Courteous Boy" award for 3 years running and having to wear that fugly singa lion collar pin everyday (ok, back then i thought it was cool)...
-PSLE that brought so much joy to my parents coz I managed to squeeze my ass into Special Stream...
-Wide-eyed idiot in Sec 1 idolizing every damn senior who are actually idiots as well...
-Taking up Taekwondo as CCA that changed alot of my perspectives and honed all that leadership skills...
-Struggling with fucking Higher Chinese...
-Taking up weirdass courses in school like Mathematics Olympiad enrichment course, German Enrichment course, Chinese Caligraphy...
-Constantly getting nipples pinched in the morning assembly by a 55yr old form teacher for talking...
-Acing my O levels with 7 distinctions and made my parents damn proud that their son is actually not some dumb twit and can actually get a place in NJC...
-Dashing all their hopes by screwing A levels up and having to settle for a spot in FASS (which til this day, i have not regretted a single bit. The opportunities, friendship, perspectives, ideologies, skills gained is priceless. period.)...
-Taking up Choir in JC, realising my dreams of making music, collectively...
-Met the girl of my dreams.. finally understood what a crush means, while deluding myself all the while that I was actually falling in love. gah...
-Met a bunch of cocker classmates that I will always remember....for they shaped my life quite drastically...
-Realising that studying ain't a walk in the park...
-Stepping in NUS as a cynical bastard thinking I've seen the world because of 2 puny years in NS...
-Facing lots of new challenges (read: studies, girls & friendship)
-getting a place in KR...
-completing the 4 year cycle of essays-midterms-exams
-feeling more and more accomplished by writing 5000-7000 worded essays and actually getting As for them
-getting frantic in job searching and hunting
-Finally appreciating what political science means....and that its not just a major, its the perspectives, the thoughts, the ideologies, the skills, the people, the lecturers, and most importantly, the friends.
Of course, the invigilator has collected my script long before i racked up all that thoughts....but its nostalgic nonetheless. I guess everyone has to go through a phase like that in their lifes, and then having to decide what paths to take next. We are no longer part of the programme...the ill-fated programme that kicks in the moment we register for Primary 1...the programme that determines our very next step without us actually making any sort of significant decisions.
I guess right now, I can only savour the moment....this very precious post-education, pre-working period....where i can have the liberty to slack, eat, club, drink, merry-make all i want....
And i just did that actually...went for a nice swim.
Ok...i know this looks abit gay.....
but FUCK IT COZ I'VE GRADUATED BAYBEHH!!!
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