It was on March 2002 when i entered the prestigious secondary school Victoria Institution, a school which i was stunned to look at recognizing its beauty, the British-like architecture with the glorious clock tower, the vast sports field which would envy every other school in the district, the trees and flowers lining the school protecting students from the blistering sunrays of KL. The school seemed alive, mesmerizing all occupants and visitors. I was thankful to be in such a place, far from the ideal, norm school, it was an extraordinary sight i tell you. None of the other school in KL would have the unique structure as VI has.
My first day of class was exciting. i met some new friends, one of them is Akasha, whom is doing the same major as i do here in Egypt. So this fella was picked as 'ketua kelas', probably because of his efficacy in completing jobs together with his annoying chipmunk voice. Then there was Arif, his long hands and his actions when playing basketball resembles that of a primate monkey. Bullying and teasing others were his habit but he became the laughing stock of everyone when the name 'monyet' stuck on him. Poor guy..
The class commenced as usual, i still remember the first day of Bahasa Melayu class which i had never attended to once in my life for some reason. I was asked to write an essay, about my life. There i was shaking and squirming, trying so hard to pick up words which i don't even know what it means and how to apply it. Subsequently,I failed, I had the lowest mark in the class, so BM was not to be my interest for the rest of the days in school.
It was until i start to enter the hostel when all excitement ends. The hostel was apocalypse, the wardens were strict, and the seniors were devils. The first night we were roll called and beaten up for no reason, we had to kneel for hours without the fan on, then we had to maintained in the 'motor' stance while balancing everything they've place on our arms and thighs. I judged the book by its cover, the calming beauty of the school turns out to be scary and hectic. I had to do the senior's dirty works, i had to face those damned prefect everyday, they shout at us, giving orders around, there was no freedom in VI, we were taught the harsh way to survive, all for the sake of tradition the school had been carrying since its establishment. Since then, i learned a lot,i need to survive, i had to be strong like the others, i need to comply with the tradition of the school,embracing all its effects, and look forward while chinning up, carving my way to the top. That's the only way.
My first day of school was not as awesome as i thought it was, but the rest of it makes me for who i was, to stand tall above others and to rise to the occassion,that's the way of a Victorian. It was an honorable past to be in the Blues, but today is different. May the glory of the golden age return
My first day of class was exciting. i met some new friends, one of them is Akasha, whom is doing the same major as i do here in Egypt. So this fella was picked as 'ketua kelas', probably because of his efficacy in completing jobs together with his annoying chipmunk voice. Then there was Arif, his long hands and his actions when playing basketball resembles that of a primate monkey. Bullying and teasing others were his habit but he became the laughing stock of everyone when the name 'monyet' stuck on him. Poor guy..
The class commenced as usual, i still remember the first day of Bahasa Melayu class which i had never attended to once in my life for some reason. I was asked to write an essay, about my life. There i was shaking and squirming, trying so hard to pick up words which i don't even know what it means and how to apply it. Subsequently,I failed, I had the lowest mark in the class, so BM was not to be my interest for the rest of the days in school.
It was until i start to enter the hostel when all excitement ends. The hostel was apocalypse, the wardens were strict, and the seniors were devils. The first night we were roll called and beaten up for no reason, we had to kneel for hours without the fan on, then we had to maintained in the 'motor' stance while balancing everything they've place on our arms and thighs. I judged the book by its cover, the calming beauty of the school turns out to be scary and hectic. I had to do the senior's dirty works, i had to face those damned prefect everyday, they shout at us, giving orders around, there was no freedom in VI, we were taught the harsh way to survive, all for the sake of tradition the school had been carrying since its establishment. Since then, i learned a lot,i need to survive, i had to be strong like the others, i need to comply with the tradition of the school,embracing all its effects, and look forward while chinning up, carving my way to the top. That's the only way.
My first day of school was not as awesome as i thought it was, but the rest of it makes me for who i was, to stand tall above others and to rise to the occassion,that's the way of a Victorian. It was an honorable past to be in the Blues, but today is different. May the glory of the golden age return
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