what lies in true courage-

Saturday, May 9, 2009

After the disastrous attempt of writing on paper I have decided to use the Internet instead, to finish this memoir and finally put the last two years behind me. So without further ado, let the first part commence:

After my first and eventful year at 1/B, I had great expectations for the next. Perhaps more nonsense from Run Ming ? Or maybe poking fun at classmates ? Whatever it was, I knew I could expect a great year ahead.

I stepped into the classroom to the sight of familiar classmates. They seemed apprehensive although dreading the prospect of something. I guess it must have been the work of Mr Poon. He had lied to us about our form teacher and had frightened us to death by saying it was Ms Victoria Chong.

To our immerse relief, I really mean relief. Mr Poon had been reinstated as our class form teacher.Cheers went out at the familiar sight. He announced our new rooster of teachers, I think it went something like this :

English - Ms Summer Soh
Math- Ms Tan
Science - Ms Goh Jia Li
Mother Tongue - Ms Chong Pei Yi
Geography- Ms Siti
History- Mr Leong
Literature - Ms Chong (Gasps)
Art - Mrs Chan
P.E - Mr Poon
(Well I guess that's about it, I guess I forgot about the rest)

Pretty boring eh ? Imagine what we went through under these teachers. Unparalleled din,noise and lots of FUN! I mean for English, Ms Soh despite all appearances was a teenager at heart she understood our woes and worries, she was capable of joking with us as though she was a friend. She has the wildest (yet surprisingly, novel) ideas. Her best was the creation of an English website which (I think) benefited the class.

Ms Tan, always looked rather sickly and pale. Most of us disobeyed her and treated her as though she was invisible. Her attempts at disciplining us were rather futile. There was a time where we managed to trick her into releasing us for recess early. Those gleeful smiles soon turned into frowns when she appropriately punished us. (Ouch) I believe some of us felt remorseful and wanted to make amends, we never did and I still think we should have done something back then.

Ms Goh- Excellent.(enough said )

Ms Chong Pei Yi taught us Mother Tongue. Run Ming took great pleasure in poking fun at her.(For fear of being punished, I refuse to elaborate, since you guys would know) We enjoyed the way she taught us Mother Tongue and would always hoot at how she punished Run Ming.

Ms Siti taught Geography, a subject most of us 'loved' ( I am right ? RIGHT ?) or at least in her presence. She was always insistent about us getting good grades, 'You may not like Geography but it will still contribute to your End-Of-Year Marks', she always said. These words inspired me to put effort into geography. From a B4 to an A1 my geography marks went. I believe it was her words and her hard work that allowed me to make such remarkable progress. I would like to take this opportunity to thank her for inspiring me in Geography. The way I mugged for Geography last year is an experience I will always look back to with pride. Also to apologize for not taking Geography. -.-

Although he taught History, Mr Leong often told us stories about his working life. Always clad in a (what do you call them? suits of sorts ? ) he would spin tales of business and stock markets. Most of the class actually 'listened' and now we are in a financial crisis. (just joking his advice was great)

This is probably going to be one of the longer paragraphs. Especially Ms Vitoria Chong, her royal majesty , deserves no less than this. Contary to expectations she was a pretty humorous teacher. Always humouring with her outbursts. Remember the time she made people sing 'Beasts Of England'? ( I can see my windows breaking) we had a jolly good time. Wow my long paragraph just became short.

Mrs Chan taught us Art. I will be pefectly honest I did not listen, handed up poor work, failed art terribly and I still cannot draw a mushroom without help. Mrs Chan was what Run Ming would describe as a 'Chio Bu'.(Run Ming, she is taken dont forget its MRS).

The grand finale. Mr Kelvin Poon. He was one of the 'best' teachers we ever had. He hardly paid heed to our misdeanmours and mischief. CD lessons were slacking periods used to further our troops on a piece of plastic and jammin session. I do not think he would have noticed even if we brawled in the middle of the classroom.

-End Of Part One-

One lengthy post. I will finish part two by next sunday. Meanwhile contribute by writing in about your 2/b memories.

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