De one with Education Saga (Ep 5)

Episode 5:

Previously on Education Saga...

At the age of 5 years old, Jason got admitted into the a kindergarden at a neighbourhood community centre. In his first stage of education, he learned how to make friends and about being independent. Perpetually, he developed his talent for art and liking to compete in sports, which combined elements of creativity and victory...

Later, Jason received his next phrase of education in Ang Mo Kio Primary School, where he'd learned more about his dislike for prefects, naive "childhood politics" and surprisingly, dwelling shallowly in being in touch with the "bad boy" in him...

If one would bother to look into his childhood, Jason was a rather mischievous boy. At tender age, he got admitted into Tan Tock Sheng hospital in the middle of the night, for spinning himself and vomited out of brutal dizziness...

And then in primary 3, he loved swinging on pull-up bars despite being warned it's dangerous. During an occasion, he fell front-flat when his friend decide to play a trick on him by holding his legs off the ground. He passed out for a couple of minutes...

He loved sitting on two legs of the chair, which resulted him to fall over...

During primary 5 and 6, he hang up with undesirable classmates at playgrounds after school and even went bowling...

For one thing, Jason didn't expect himself.... to get into a gangster secondary school...

Jason, I believe at the age of 13, you'd have the capacity to retain strong memories and feelings about the past. How did you feel when you started a brand new chapter in Bowen Secondary School?

Wuao.. I guess I must have been a bad and playful boy back then. I remember I hate having cheese moved and the whole idea that I had to move out of the cheese-emptied room, in search of the next new rooms. It was often accompanied by a session where I'd sit down with my mummy.

I had to admit mummy was kind enough to help me consider my choices. Unlike others, like my cousin, who didn't have such fortunate caring mothers. Besides, mummy always left the liberty to me, in choosing my course of education. In which, encompasses the institution.

To me, making choices for myself was a real big hasser and headache. Undeniably, it's a painful course in life which parents start to make us learn how to make choices for ourselves. I've only scored 203 for my PSLE, which wasn't brilliant. As I couldn't get into most desirable neighbourhood secondary schools like Anderson, Ang Mo Kio or Mayflower.

When my posting results arrived, I only remember I was abit perturbed that I got into my sixth choice.. Bowen.

Although I've been to the school (for photo-shoot and administration matters) once, I felt dreadful and nervous, attending the first official day at school. My daddy accompanied me to the school with plenty of strangers. He was very concerned with me, kept telling me to take care of myself when I was trying very hard to overcome my nervousness. In addition, I was afraid a parent-presence would embarrass me, as I'm already 13.

Now that you asked, I didn't quite recall much except there was alot of instructions and commanding us to move around here and there. There were a few ice-breakers held in classrooms, those which you have to stand up when it's your turn and introduce yourself to the class. It was ridiculous! I don't even remember how I made new friends back then. I believe, most were by chance... in favor. *wink*

Oh..I remember that, some think it as fun. I think it's dreadful too! I was exploding with stage-fright!

Ya..that's how I feel back then. I was nervous to the core. And partly because I was inferior of my obese appearance.

We've read your testimonials and it reflected that joining the military band attributed obvious significance in your secondary school life.

Well.. undeniably, yes. Being part of the school's most prestigious CCA (Core Curriculum Activities) painted a very vibrant and enriching chapter in my life.

My parents accompanied me to CCA orientation. We had conflicting interest. Mummy wanted me to join NCC (National Cadet Corps - the "childish version" of Army infantry), providing the reason that it would prepare me for nation service. Daddy wanted me to venture my horizons in Boys Brigade (the BB's) and Sports, which I have a hinch that he merely wanted me to fulfil what he didn't join during his time. Hehe. My cousin? She told me to consider NPCC (National Police Cadet Corps - "childplay" of Policeman). Jioto.. none of you were in those two which I mentioned?

*Roar-out laughter*

No no no! Omg...

Phew.. I meant no offences... I mean, seriously.. that's strictly, my way of "nicknaming" these organisational groups. Well, of course, I'm not stereotyping too.

*laughter commotion*

Well.. I hear NCC wasn't really good. They weren't disciplined as they portray themselves to be. They were so desperate to a level which they'd offer you free chicken drumsticks, to lure you into joining. BB's booth was manipulative. Their way of marketing really scares me. It beared so much resemblance to what those insurance companies are doing in public! I didn't want to join sports because I was demoralised with being fat and "I'm just not cut out to be an athlete" labeled on my forehead. Didn't want to join NPCC as I didn't want to be the same as my cousin.

And then... the band played loud and magnificently... to strike my light bulb alight and my eyes bright. Hehe.

Ohh yeah.. believe you care to bring us forth into this part about joining the band?

Perhaps I might say briefly about things regarding being a member in band... I met an incredible good friend, Alan; a girl I fell head over heels for.. and alot of Malay girl friends.

I do remember I was a real slow learner until my senior kinda lost his patience and left bruises on my arm. My sectional leader, Aden, always seemed troubled because I took very long to learn my rudiments and formation steps.

Funnily, people found me adorable instead of being disgusted by my chubbiness. Mainly because I was overly shy. Most particularly, it had got to do alot with this cute cap from Baseball. It had a lion push-toy at the front and a tail on the back. My instructor used to pull the tail in aiding me with my formation steps. Omg.

*blushes*

Aww...
That's so adorable!

There was this band camp during my secondary 1, where they had this "cross-dressing beauty contest". I represented the dancers' group. I think I won something. Ever since, I left quite an impression to them. Gee.. it was really embarrassing!

Omg! A boys' Beauty contest! What a fanatic competition!!

Yeah.. it was absurd..they made us wear fake-boobs and..gosh..

Oh.. no.. You've gotta be kidding me! Haha

*laughing*

Ahem.. well ok.. we've got terribly amusing start... stay tune for more during our next episode!