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I miss my JC Lit classes.
Secondary school Lit was a bore; although I did like A Tale of Two Cities, my teachers were a bore.
The single most memorable thing that happened in JC Lit: When I was reading a girly magazine under the table in the lecture theatre and got caught out by my angmoh teacher, who stopped the class, walked up the steps and stood next to me, told me to surrender the mag and called me a WENCH. LOL
Also remember us being so fucking scared of our Econs lecturer that EVERYBODY would QUEUE UP outside the lecture theatre to rush in for lectures so we wouldn't end up in the back row, cos she used to call out those sitting in the back rows to answer questions. And she's a fucking scary tudung-wearing woman. And I remember the Science students would always reach first, because their lessons were not as important as ours, which meant they could leave the previous lesson earlier. Bwaha. We didn't particularly like the Science students; Arts & Sciences are polar opposites.
Also remember me sauntering up the steps to go for GP class when everybody else in the school was already seated in their classrooms. My form teacher was used to it, at his wit's end, and couldn't do ANYTHING to me. Once, he asked why I was late and I replied point blank: "Woke up late". He had nothing to say. Some people also asked him why he always sweated so much and his curt reply was "Because I'm fat." to which nobody could utter another word. It wasn't that I hated him; I was merely telling the truth and didn't bother with covering up.
I remember the boys playing basketball after school, acting cool and hoping the girls would look at them. *rolls eyes* While I sweated and grunted like a pig running round the track warming up for touch rugby - the single point in my life I was actually motivated to do any sort of exercise and actually enjoyed it. Never mind I then proceeded to twist my ankle and miss out on the school tournament, lol. I don't like basketball and even less guys who play basketball. It's such a useless game. Consequentially, guys who play basketball are useless. What fun is there in a game which points go up to hundreds? Yawn.
I hated my JC but I liked the life - so independent and free, yet none of the worries of full-fledged adulthood. The lockers; the steps; the track; the study corner; the lecture theatres; the classmates; the lessons taken with people from the Commerce stream, other Arts classes, the Science classes; the waving at my then-not-yet-bff as I sauntered past her classroom to go to my class when I was late and she'd gawk at me; my too-long uniform; the crazy thick textbooks; the classmates who'd brag of their encounters with the male kind; the dichotomy (trichotomy?) of the nerdy+hardworking classmates Vs the smoking/punk rock classmates one of whom used to walk to school with me Vs us, the more moderate bunch; walking/running to school; .....
Still, I maintain that I should've gone to that other JC for my quality education.
Bah.