On the 26th of June, the school was crowded with students, teachers, parents because it was a combination of 2 events, Co-curriculum Day and Parents-Teachers' Day. Every club will be "working" to pump up their club budget while every parents will get to know the "skulls in their children's closet" or the best behavior anyone has seen.
My friends and I was managing the ping pong club stall. Earlier, we had planned to sell pudding, cake, herbal eggs and sweet corn. I did not join in the early preparations like shopping for the ingredients, making the food and the banner for our stall. We went to school at 6:45am and set up the stall. After that, we didn't wait for the customers first, we pulled our friends to "support" our stall, it's kinda of a tradition started by our alumni when you're afraid no one's going to buy your stuff.
When my father came at 8:00am, my brother and I went to meet him and we decided to go to his class first. My father paid the school fees and out came the report card. The teacher gave a few comments saying that improvements have been made, but much more is needed for the upcoming government exam. I gotta say, thank goodness that was quicker than I thought.
Of course, next in line is me. We went to the art studio as my classroom was made into a maze by the geography club. When we stepped in, I saw my Chinese teacher and Malay teacher (both are the form teachers of my class) and felt a bit uneasy. I hadn't done well in my Chinese or Malay paper and was wondering what were they going to tell my father. We took a number and waited for our turn. I was starting to feel shaky, which always happens during these days, afraid that my father was going to receive comments that were never said about me.
It was my turn, my father and I sat down. After the payments were settled, the teacher took out my report card, passing it to my father. He looked at it and said a few about the B and C. The teacher said the same thing every last form teacher told my father, "she's quiet in class, sometimes too quiet." Usually my father will encourage me to socialize more with my classmate but this time, he didn't. I was quite surprise when he said that I was quiet because I had no topic to have a conversation, I guess I've been talking a bit too much in front of him......
When we came out, he went back to work and I went back to the stall. There weren't many people so we decided to take a carton of pudding and walk around the school blocks, hoping more will come up to buy the pudding. We had to carry the carton around 3 blocks and up to three storeys high. Well, I gotta say my friends have some stamina, they went out at least 3 times.
When the day ended, we did finish selling all the food. We discuss a bit about the sale for next day and went home with aching feet.
On the next day, we prepared only the sweet corn, pudding and herbal eggs, cakes were a bit tough to sell so we didn't prepare any. There was an assembly, the national anthem was sang, speeches were given as the discipline teachers check on the students managing the stalls. This was done to prevent any other students from sneaking out of class (Students still need to stay in class even though there's a carnival). There weren't many students and nothing much special happened. When we have sold out the food, we tidy up and check out the games.
We tried out the maze. We paid RM1.00 for each person. We saw 2 of our friends went in, one of them promised she would never scream or shout, but...... she screamed 3 times and finally finished the maze in 10 minutes. The 3 of us went in, I thought we should still get to see a bit, but when they closed the door, it was pitch black, really, you can't even see your own partner's hand. We had planned to hold each others hand but there was a rule, "ghost" was attacking us by messing up our hair, grabbing our arms and feet, splitting us up while we tried to get out of the maze. They also have torch lights that will be flashed in front of us, making us blind once again when we finally can see a bit in the dark. It was quite funny when I thought back, we were pulling each other's hand, one left, one right, thinking that the right way was just in front of us. Only until we were turning in circles when we found out we were being set up, the "ghost" had covered up the path without us knowing. We got out of the maze with a messed up hairdo, but at least we had hold each others hands without being separated.
We needed to wait until 1:00pm to go home, well, it's still a school day. It was fun, but under the burning sun for two days made my sensitive skin a landscape of pimples, which really itches! (It'll heal in a few days, at least...?)
Friday, June 26, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Teachers' Day
We had celebrate Teachers' Day in school...
We went to school carrying only a small bag instead of the pile of books. It was drizzling, but stopped when the ceremony started. After singing the national anthem, there was a speech from the representative of the PIBG. There was also a Silat performance by the Malay students.
Later, there was a teacher that gave a speech of how to become a good teacher, of course, it was actually a performence by a few teachers and a class of students. We were very surprised as it was the first time the teacher sang on stage. I gotta admit that their voices were quite good. After that, the teachers all went up on stage and sang the Teachers' Day song.
There was a prize giving ceremony too. It was for the dedication, inspiration, service given by the teachers in our school. There was also a prize for the teachers that had been teaching for at least 30 years!
All the students went to the school field to see the teachers competing in various games. My friends and I didn't see the show as there was just too many students crowding around the teachers. We went to the canteen to rest and then walked around the field again.
About one and a half hour before school ends, we went to the hall to see performances by students and teachers. There was an Indian dance, everyone was shouting their heads off! Later, there were 2 teachers singing a song by Mawi.
There was also a poem recited by one of the prefects for an English teacher. She was escorted on stage and the boys on stage went down on one knee to tell the teacher what she has done for them and the girls too told the teacher how much they love her. When it was over, the teacher was in tears. It was such a lovely scene.
The principle and one of the higher rankings teacher were invited to sing on stage. I gotta say, it was slightly awkward to see 2 teachers that are so serious at every second in school to sing a song together. There was also a performance of dikir barat by the teachers and students.
It was a bit tired to wake up early just to go to school, but to celebrate Teachers' Day, it was worth it. Every teacher, no matter if they have taught us or not, treated us good or bad, they are still teachers, teaching the younger generations, giving them a lighted path......
We went to school carrying only a small bag instead of the pile of books. It was drizzling, but stopped when the ceremony started. After singing the national anthem, there was a speech from the representative of the PIBG. There was also a Silat performance by the Malay students.
Later, there was a teacher that gave a speech of how to become a good teacher, of course, it was actually a performence by a few teachers and a class of students. We were very surprised as it was the first time the teacher sang on stage. I gotta admit that their voices were quite good. After that, the teachers all went up on stage and sang the Teachers' Day song.
There was a prize giving ceremony too. It was for the dedication, inspiration, service given by the teachers in our school. There was also a prize for the teachers that had been teaching for at least 30 years!
All the students went to the school field to see the teachers competing in various games. My friends and I didn't see the show as there was just too many students crowding around the teachers. We went to the canteen to rest and then walked around the field again.
About one and a half hour before school ends, we went to the hall to see performances by students and teachers. There was an Indian dance, everyone was shouting their heads off! Later, there were 2 teachers singing a song by Mawi.
There was also a poem recited by one of the prefects for an English teacher. She was escorted on stage and the boys on stage went down on one knee to tell the teacher what she has done for them and the girls too told the teacher how much they love her. When it was over, the teacher was in tears. It was such a lovely scene.
The principle and one of the higher rankings teacher were invited to sing on stage. I gotta say, it was slightly awkward to see 2 teachers that are so serious at every second in school to sing a song together. There was also a performance of dikir barat by the teachers and students.
It was a bit tired to wake up early just to go to school, but to celebrate Teachers' Day, it was worth it. Every teacher, no matter if they have taught us or not, treated us good or bad, they are still teachers, teaching the younger generations, giving them a lighted path......
Friday, May 15, 2009
Form 4 Mid Year Exam...
Two weeks of the mid year exam has finally pass by. After one week of Teachers' Day, it's back to 4 days of exam and hello to holiday.
In the 2 weeks, I had suffered quite a lot. The exam papers were quite tough for me. I only started studying one day before the first paper, Malay. Somehow I always think that examinations is to test how good I am understanding about the subjects. To tell the truth, even if I do get tips, I don't remember them until the last 30 minutes before the exam starts and I'll flip through the pages to get a glimpse of what is going to be in the test.
I had also struggled a few days before the exam started, somehow I felt down and frustrated for about 3 days. I had cried and refused to study, even if I was trying to read by myself. It was terrible!
Somehow, I also felt worried for my classmates. I saw that they were studying so hard, giving stress to themselves. One of my best friends was already having a flu for 2 weeks. She had not recover yet and was still studying so hard for the exam. I felt admiration because of her determination, worried because she was suffering.
Well, the toughest week is over and only the additional maths, civic and physical education papers are not done yet. After this, I really need to have a time table... ... ... ...
In the 2 weeks, I had suffered quite a lot. The exam papers were quite tough for me. I only started studying one day before the first paper, Malay. Somehow I always think that examinations is to test how good I am understanding about the subjects. To tell the truth, even if I do get tips, I don't remember them until the last 30 minutes before the exam starts and I'll flip through the pages to get a glimpse of what is going to be in the test.
I had also struggled a few days before the exam started, somehow I felt down and frustrated for about 3 days. I had cried and refused to study, even if I was trying to read by myself. It was terrible!
Somehow, I also felt worried for my classmates. I saw that they were studying so hard, giving stress to themselves. One of my best friends was already having a flu for 2 weeks. She had not recover yet and was still studying so hard for the exam. I felt admiration because of her determination, worried because she was suffering.
Well, the toughest week is over and only the additional maths, civic and physical education papers are not done yet. After this, I really need to have a time table... ... ... ...
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Experience of performing
I had participated in a group competition, the choral speaking competition. We had 2 weeks to practice, not as much time as the early birds (we came in at the last minute). The competition was held on the 28th of April 2008. We had to remember the script which was written by our teacher. It was quite an inspiring poem, saying life should be full of hopes, love... Anyway, I took about one week to memorise the script, ya, a long time. Later, we were taught to do the actions and I had difficulties in coordination of the body. Well, it took some time for me to learn and memorise everything.
On the day of the competition, we had performed during the weekly assembly. Our teacher had asked for comments on our performance from the other teachers. We heard the comments and practice again before we went for the competition. There was also lunch provided, thanks to the teachers in charge.
When the competition started, we were told that we were the 3rd group. Well, we performed and see the other groups from many schools. We did our best, but we didn't win. the teacher explained that there were 2 reasons. One, a few of the solo's voices weren't heard by the judges. Two, we were out of the age limit, that is 16, but we have half of the group which are 17, we didn't know there was an age limit!
This whole experience, remember I will. I had stepped out of my boundry, performing on stage, without the nerves I had when I was in primary school. Even thou this may not count as a big success, I felt that I had participated, learned and maybe even stared to overcome my phobia of performing on stage.
On the day of the competition, we had performed during the weekly assembly. Our teacher had asked for comments on our performance from the other teachers. We heard the comments and practice again before we went for the competition. There was also lunch provided, thanks to the teachers in charge.
When the competition started, we were told that we were the 3rd group. Well, we performed and see the other groups from many schools. We did our best, but we didn't win. the teacher explained that there were 2 reasons. One, a few of the solo's voices weren't heard by the judges. Two, we were out of the age limit, that is 16, but we have half of the group which are 17, we didn't know there was an age limit!
This whole experience, remember I will. I had stepped out of my boundry, performing on stage, without the nerves I had when I was in primary school. Even thou this may not count as a big success, I felt that I had participated, learned and maybe even stared to overcome my phobia of performing on stage.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Results for the First Examination...
It's been a week after the one week holiday, before that week was the week of the first monthly exam. The teachers had finished marking the papers and the verdict's out...
On the first day back to school, we got 5 papers back, which is quite rare. The teachers can sometimes take a month to finish marking the papers and we would always beg the teachers to be faster, which always annoys them... We received our Malay, English, Chinese, Biology and Moral papers. I knew my marks were going to be low, but even when I took my paper and saw the mark, somehow I still felt disappointed at my own result.
We didn't get any papers on Tuesday because the whole class was to attend a speech at Jotic. It was about career that we can try to explore in our own country, that is the palm oil industry, the rubber plantation industry, the timber industry and the coco plantation industry. Each topic was explained by a professional in that specific sector. Before we attended the speech, I thought that it was going to be a very boring one. But during the speech, I was actually quite interested about the topics explained and started to daydream if I could have a chance in the industries. There was also a mini exhibition, and honestly, it wasn't as interesting as my expectation. However, overall I still liked the whole event.
Wednesday was just not my day, the subjects that I had high expectation turned out quite bad... The marks of Physics, Maths and Additional Maths was revealed. I just couldn't believe it, but it's the reality... The next day, the result for our Chemistry was out and once again, I felt disappointed and down, somehow I felt that I can't lift my head up to see the others...
The last subject we got was History, it was my only hope of pulling my grades up, but I got a low mark and it was just not going to help me in anyway...
Well, I guess I'll have to do something to turn the tables of my own game (whatever that meant^^)... ... ... ...
On the first day back to school, we got 5 papers back, which is quite rare. The teachers can sometimes take a month to finish marking the papers and we would always beg the teachers to be faster, which always annoys them... We received our Malay, English, Chinese, Biology and Moral papers. I knew my marks were going to be low, but even when I took my paper and saw the mark, somehow I still felt disappointed at my own result.
We didn't get any papers on Tuesday because the whole class was to attend a speech at Jotic. It was about career that we can try to explore in our own country, that is the palm oil industry, the rubber plantation industry, the timber industry and the coco plantation industry. Each topic was explained by a professional in that specific sector. Before we attended the speech, I thought that it was going to be a very boring one. But during the speech, I was actually quite interested about the topics explained and started to daydream if I could have a chance in the industries. There was also a mini exhibition, and honestly, it wasn't as interesting as my expectation. However, overall I still liked the whole event.
Wednesday was just not my day, the subjects that I had high expectation turned out quite bad... The marks of Physics, Maths and Additional Maths was revealed. I just couldn't believe it, but it's the reality... The next day, the result for our Chemistry was out and once again, I felt disappointed and down, somehow I felt that I can't lift my head up to see the others...
The last subject we got was History, it was my only hope of pulling my grades up, but I got a low mark and it was just not going to help me in anyway...
Well, I guess I'll have to do something to turn the tables of my own game (whatever that meant^^)... ... ... ...
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