My Form Six days, which was about 3 years ago (goodness, I can’t believe I’m so old… I left secondary school six years ago!!), sparked the curiosity of Magik Quilter and KStafford because I had some of what you could call interesting experiences. These are random memories and not according to chronological order.
1. I went shopping with a friend and a teacher, Ms Nut. She bought a skirt and treated us to dinner. It was weird but fun.
2. I got a zero in a monthly exam for leaving school early. I left the class because there was nothing to do and I wanted to get a head start walking home. I usually do this but I got caught on that day. It was my first zero. Not that it mattered much because my parents don’t really bother about my report card and ultimately the only results that mattered were what I scored in the pre-u exam itself.
3. I took an English placement test (MUET – Malaysian University English Test, required if you want a place in a local public university) and I was 1 mark away from Band 6, which was the highest band – kinda like A or A+ grade. I cried when I got the result; so near yet so far! I sat for the test again upon the advice of Ms Nut, but I scored even worse, haha!
4. I visited a newspaper-printing factory of a local daily. It was an interesting trip, but sadly I hardly remember any of it now.
5. During one of the monthly exams, I slept after completing my English paper. In a 2-hour English paper I’m usually done by half an hour to 45 minutes. The invigilating teacher, who was a man I never respected but tolerated, woke me up, flicked his finger on my cheek (using his middle finger and thumb) and snarled at me for sleeping during an exam. I told him that I was finished, what else was I to do? (We can’t leave the room after we’re done.) He didn’t believe me and checked my paper. When he saw I was indeed telling the truth, he muttered that it was wrong to sleep during an exam and walked away. I felt like my space was invaded; even though what he did wasn’t sexually intended, I felt molested all the same. I told Ms Nut about it, who then told a higher-ranking teacher about it, but I guess flicking your finger on a girl’s cheek is not enough to warrant sexual harassment.
6. I entered a newspaper-making competition with a group of friends, representing the school. I was the co-editor, planning the articles and concept of our newspaper. The first year we entered it, we won fifth place. The next year, we entered it again, and won first prize. It was a national competition organised by a local daily, and they reprinted our 4-page school newspaper in the Sunday pullout. Our prize? A trophy and RM1000 for the school, certificates, and a whole lot of pizza (since it was the main sponsor). We ate pizza till we were sick of it! I’d show you the newspaper, but I kept it in a CD somewhere and I can’t find it. If I do, I’ll put it up in the protected post. 🙂
So, some memories of two years in Form Six. It wasn’t very memorable, but it was a very laidback time to me. I played cards in the class (I love playing this game called tai ti or loosely translated as big two), ate in the class during break time, read tons of Agatha Christie mysteries (the school library has almost all her books), went in and out of class as I pleased (if I was questioned by a teacher, I said I was in the editorial board room doing work for the newspaper competition, and I was also in the editorial board) and I even came to school every single school day so that I could get the perfect attendance certificate. It wasn’t boring to come to school every day, even when it was revision period and everybody skipped class except me (I was the only one who came to class for several of those days, haha) because I basically went where and did what I pleased, and if I was ever lonely, I’d look for Ms Nut or do some work for my favourite teachers or read a book.
Hmm, thinking back, those were some really nice days!