The subject combination that I selected put me into the
class I am today. This is a class where there is freedom of speech and no one
judges the other, with the exception of the teachers. We are described by them
as noisy, naughty, and nonchalant.
On an average day
after assembly as we saunter into the classroom, the noise level raises to a
loud crescendo before deteriorating into pure cacophony. However, at this time
of the day, student are still considered tamed, it is only after recess that
pandemonium breaks loose and the human forms present behave more like zoo
animals to the chagrin of our form teacher. Despite our chaotic demeanour, we
are highly-organised and united group. As we always have the duty roster for
lookouts in case the principal of our school shoot ply the corridor. The
principal of our school is our only nemesis for she is the only one who strikes
fear with her long cane. We are beyond the control of the teachers, with the
more timid ones even cringing at the thought of stepping into the classroom. To
them, we are the unspeakable spawns of demons, born to create hell on Earth for
teachers. Most of them had to put up with trying to teacher a lesson in a
football stadium, full of cheering fans, sometimes rioting too.
Fortunately we have
a "cool" form teacher, whom although often mortified by our
extroverted behaviours actually understands us because she remembers she was
once a teenager. In fact, she has often stoically shakes her head and says,
"we are her bad carma." Therefore, we tend to treat her with more
respect than the other teachers.
Mischief!
Our antics include
flying paper planes behind the teacher's back in the middle of the bring
lessons - a scenario prevalent during social studies which is apt. As the
teacher rattles on and jots notes about the Japanese invasion of Singapore and
Malaya on the white board, we launch paper fighter jets in the airspace behind
her. Another form of mischief my class is infamous for is creating mysteries of
missing stationery items and teaching aids. White board markers, class files,
class register and even the visualizer goes missing just before the lessons
starts. Of course we are discerning enough to only pick on our social studies teacher,
so that the rest of the teachers think that she is insane as she is running
round the school looking for lost stationery and equipment. Among ourselves, we
are not spared either. Besides hiding each other's stationery, words are just
as effective. Conversations are peppered with sarcasm, puns and superfluous analogy-
in other words, absolute nonsense.
Nonchalance!
Handing up homework
late or if at all is a constant, so much so, if we should hand up our homework
on time, teacher will be overwhelmed with an uneasiness of feeling the whole
week, thinking what we are up to. They will be looking over their shoulders
anxiously searching for scraps of paper that are stucked to their back or stain
on the skirts which cause by substances that have been painted on their chairs.
Such worries points to the magnitude of our nonchalant of the dateline.
Teachers have accepted the fact that even though exams are round the corner,
the students in my class will still continue their circus act in class. Even
during exams, some sleep over their papers, while others yawn and stretched,
some fidget in their seats until they are told to be silent.
No fear, no fret,
no fuss, that's us. We neither fear our authority nor fret over what people
think of us. And of course we make no fuss of what is happening to us.
Basically my class is just full of fun-loving "cool" students.
