Reminiscing high school days

This quiz was spotted in bermudabluez. To those of you who do know me personally, is my result surprising?

Yeah. Thought it didn’t.

 

 

 

 

 

I can almost hear my mum groaning at this result. She will be the first to testify to you how stressful it is to have an idealist daughter.

 

 

 

 

Growing up I never had a problem skipping schools. I could just wake up one day, feel sluggish enough and want to skip school. I could just walk downstairs, tell my parents I don’t want to go to school and I’ll get instant skip approval. I was probably the only kid in my A listers brilliant classmates who are allowed to do so! And get this: both my parents are educators. My mother teaches in my school.

 

 

 

The reason for their liberal attitudes when it comes to class attendance?

 

 

 

 

Their daughter is bound to be highly stressed. She doesn’t want to do work halfway, half assed and half perfect. More than anyone they knew I needed rest, and I wasn’t the kind of person to be forced to do anything against my wishes (uhm, they have a stubborn daughter too. How hard their life must be. ). They know anyway if I were staying at home, I’ll be getting the housework done on top of getting a lot of my studying done.

 

 

 

 

Yeah. I have to be forced to relax.

 

 

 

I keep on reminiscing my secondary school times nowadays. For the purpose of this blog, and because most of my readers seems to be Americans, secondary school is the equivalent of high school, methinks. So I will refer to it onwards as high school.

 

 

 

 

In high school I was co-curricular-ly busy, if there were ever such words. I spent most of my time in school grounds. I was a prefect, the prefectorial board assistant secretary (where as the top ranks, we end up attending every committee meetings in addition to our own general meetings) I was a librarian, I was a public speaker, debater, and scores other clubs and societies that I couldn’t quite remember now. I was in school 4 afternoons each school week, and at least 2 Saturdays every month. I wonder now how I have the time to breath!

 

 

 

 

I used to reach home by 1.00pm, rush through my lunch and bath and then head back to school again around 2.30ish for other activities. If it was sports time then it would be extra busy because I’d have sports practice. I’ll be home by 5pm and start dinner cos mum was teaching afternoon session then.

 

 

 

 

I put A LOT of effort in both my Maths subjects because eversince I started secondary school, I was aiming for business school. And private college…I didn’t want to attend government college.

 

 

 

I didn’t care a hoot about Physics and Moral Education. I just needed to pass it to graduate nicely. I breeze through English, History and Malay because linguistics and writing was my strongest point. That, and my mum is an English and History teacher. It would be weird too for a Public Speaker and Debater of both languages to not do well in that subject with the amount of nonsense that comes out from our mouth during competitions. I couldn’t go wrong either way. The only thing I shouldn’t have done well in, but did was Chemistry, because I enjoyed the subject and was reading it for fun.

 

 

 

I kinda like Engineering Technology for the hands-on teaching methods. I would have failed Physics definitely if I didn’t have Engineering Technology to back up whatever I learnt in Physics. My school was one of the four schools in our state that offers that subject to science stream students. I’m so thankful! If not, I would have been forced to take Biology classes and man, I royally despise that subject to the core of my vertebrate, dermis, epidermis and trachea, okay? Besides, you do boring things like operating on frogs in Biology classes. For Engineering Technology, one of our final assignments was to build something (hooray!). My team built a hydro powered crane, if I remember correctly. Maybe it wasn’t crane, but it was hydro power. For our team paper, we submitted a wind power proposal. Now how’s that for a change? I didn’t understand half of the things we did in that class but I enjoyed it immensely. Though I…er…despise the teacher. But hey, all in good spirit.

 

 

 

 

My brother and I both hate Moral Education with a passion. Writing a Moral Ed paper requires superficiality and pretension of the highest degree. It was too ridiculous for us. I survived by using skills from Public Speaking and Debating. Those two fields too requires superficiality and pretensions of the highest degree, with vocabularies that makes you want to throw up. Up til now I can’t be bothered to listen to another public speaking or debating competition because I tend to get very disgusted. I was asked to join the debating team in college, I flat out rejected.

 

 

 

It wasn’t without its perks though. Those two credentials alone paved way for my scholarship in private college, and then my entrance to the college’s student government (major resume decorations, baybee!).

 

 

 

I have a lot more to say about high school but right now I have Uni stuffs to do. Gah! I thought I am busy in Uni now but reading back through this entry I’m horrified at my high school life. I don’t know where I got that energy…but wherever it is now, I need it back!