When you're 7 years old in Malaysia, you begin your first stage of formal education a.k.a primary school. Bye-bye colouring books, playtime and other fun,kiddy stuff that you do in kindergarten(sniff sniff...). Well, here, parents have the choice if sending you to to 3 types of hell: Public Primary School(isn't too much of hell and can be considered heaven if your parents put you in a Chinese School), Tamil Public School(honestly, i dunno what goes on in there) and finally CHINESE PUBLIC SCHOOL(if you are a gamer(God of War) or a Greek mythology fan, think The Pits of Tartarus. Yep... the deepest part of hell itself). You can guess where i ended up(Chinese School duh...). Ok, It wasn't thaaaaat bad(i still think it is), but my parents wanted me to pick up an extra language and cause Chinese is the next big language to English(according to their sources at the time) I was enrolled in SJK(C) Simpang Morib. My primary school performance was quite decent considering i only had a year in a Chinese Kindy(Tadika Yee Ing) and i managed to keep myself in the top 3 in school(any lower and my parents(mainly mum) would readily skin me(my butt actually) alive.Believe me, i know(couldnt sit down for some time after the results for a monthly test came out in Standard 3 or 4).
Seriously though, parents were one thing to deal with, but teachers were probably the worst(especially chinese teachers) Life was hard for me cause I was a kid who refused to do my homework. I wouldn't mind if it was a bit, but I usually had like up to 12 different kinds of homework to do in a day(people who are from an SJK(C), u noe wat i mean). After struggling with trying to finish them for a few months(coz if u dont teachers whack the crap out of u) i gave up and started hiding my work under my bed and looking for excuses(see my next post).
You know how they say Chinese people are darn good when it comes to numbers(i mean maths. not 4D). Well, i'll tell you why. In Standard 3, i was introduced to multiplication( where i learned dat 4x4=16 is not read as four ex four equals sixteen). My teacher decided it was best if we memorized our multiplication tables all the way to 12. Obviously i didn't bother to memorize, so the next morning the teacher lined up those who did not memorize and made us run around the basketball court for each table we did not know(now u noe why chinese are good at basketball and numbers, early exposure, duh). I damn near died(UNICEF!!! WAT THE HECK U GUYS WAITING FOR??? GET OVER TO CHINESE SCHOOLS AND BRING THEM DOWN!!!).
In the end, i finished my primary education rather well considering how much i hated it. Scored 5As and 2Bs in the public exams(UPSR) Bs were for??? Chinese Grammar and Chinese Writing. Duh...
When i think back, guess there were lots of stuff i gained from it. Like how now nobody can gossip bout me in front of me in chinese(go on punk, i noe u want to), my hands became rough and tough( due to the beatings) and good for physical activities etc. etc. Just use this part to thank my teachers. xie xei ni men de jiao dao lao shi:)
I guess thats all you guys need to know bout my primary school life. Episode 3 will be bout me and secondary school life:)
Thx for reading guys,
love,
ME!!!
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