Looking back – is a record of memories, experiences that I can still remember about my life. This way, when I’m senile, or maybe when I have grandkids then I can tell them about how grand-dad was.
h6. first 3 months in VJC
The first is about my first 3 months in VJC. Why it was so memorable I guessed was due to the extreme emotions I encountered in that 3 months.
I did pretty well for my O-prelims and so had easy entry to VJC as I wait for the Os. Heeding my Mom’s advise, I auditioned for choir. Her reasoning is that should my Os got screwed, I might have a chance to use choir as a way to stay in VJC. Maybe Mom was physic, or maybe she’s just Mom. My Os was screwed bad-time.
During the first 3 months, I was appointed section leader for the year 1s and I still remembered that the first piece I had to teach was the medley from Chess. I was given a tuning fork and my first reaction was, WTF!? What’s this piece of metal? After some kind advice from senior, it was suppose to help me tune to get my notes. Oh well, blur me tried it by whacking it against my knuckle and the soft ring of the A note rings as i brought it to my ear. Ooo. Enlightenment.
Just before the Os result came out, the choir had a camp during the semester break. The organising committee are from the Year 1 members. At that time, there were these two girls who volunteered early. Guess you can imagine what happened next. Yep. They were pretty cute…pretty and cute. So I dragged my classmate who was also in choir and got him into choir. As they say, best way to know a person is to work with the person. Well, and I was like 17, just out from a boys school.
Boy see girl. Boy likes girl. Boys join committee to know girl.
Well, just before the camp started, I got my Os result. My heart dropped. Result sucked big-time. When the camp started, my mind and heart wasn’t there. To make things worse, and you know when you’re down, your luck really sucks. In one of the Lecture Theater, I jumped from the 2nd row down to the floor, and someone, kicked a basketball that rolled under the first row, to appear, unfortunately, right under my foot when I jumped. Bang. I landed on the ball, and my ankle twisted and I fell. So I got a bad result. Now I got a bad ankle.
Once the result came out, I approached my seniors in choir whether I’ve any ground for appeals. Thankfully, being arrowed to be a Section Leader was not so bad afterall. Plus the fact that the camp comm did quite a good job and I was nominated to be in the EXCO too. So using these two reasons, I managed to hop into the Principal’s office to be interrogated by LPM.
Anyway, I was posted to TPJC and before my appeal was approved, I went there on clutches for one day, bad mood and everything and left without attending any orientation.
A few hours in the afternoon, I received the call which brought my spirit back up again. The VP called to say my appeal was successful and I was back in VJC. Looking back, some decisions that doesn’t make any sense will come back and help me. My Mom’s insistence to join choir, me joining the camp comm just because I wanted to know the girls…
Side note – as for those two girls, one left VJC a few months into the first year, while the 2nd is one of my good friend.
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