Primary School
I can feel my interesting in blogging waning slowly but surely. Seems like i've run out of things to talk about. Oh well, *dig* *dig* *dig*, into the past...this entry is more for me than for you guys :P
I went to Anglo Chinese Junior School for my primary level education. And boy, were those good times!
Nothing really interesting happened in pr 1 and 2, apart from catching tadpoles and letting them swim around on the groove at the edge of our plastic desks. You know the grooves where we're supposed to put our pencils. Oh oh, also had a colleciton of red ants that were put in a jar :) Things got really interesting when the jar fell off my desk and smashed on the hard stone floor. lol....those things could sure bite and that landed me in the discipline mistress's office. I still remember her name, Mrs Retnam, not the last time i was to run into her :P Still remember trembling in fright after having heard all the horror stories about her having a giant cane. Also remember a certain Mr Jaffa, a malay art teacher for my primary two class. He used to whack people over the head with those thick, 1m long rulers that were meant as aids for drawing lines on the blackboards! It's a wonder none of us suffered brain damage, or maybe that's why i'm like that. Wait, don't think i got whacked. Surely this isn't allowed nowadays :P
Only thing i remember about primary three is firing a staple bullet straight into my chinese teacher. LOL. And she went "ouch" pretty loudly and i was in so much shock at having missed my friend and hit her, my face must have spelt GUILT and she walked right up to me and yanked me off to face the feared Mrs Retnam. Encounter number two resulted in me standing in a corner of her office for a couple of hours till it was time to go home i believe :P
It was in primary four that the real fun began. At primary school age, we must all have taken the schoolbus and had raucous times in there. But i reckon my bus was THE bus to be in. It all started when this primary 6 kid, Zhihao, chucked an empty pencil lead holder out the window and hit a motorcyclist on the helmet! Sure it could have resulted in an accident, but we were all mischievious 10 year olds, so it was just plain amusing :) Fortunately, pencil lead holders were a little difficult to come by (read expensive!). So we settled for plastacine! hahahahhaa....70 cents a tube...a tube would last a conservative thrower a week! We plucked little balls and threw them out the window at passing cars, pedestrians, postboxes, anything man. Especially other primary school kids and their maids who waited by the side of the road for their school buses :P The real excitement would come from getting the little balls to stick to car side windows when we stopped at traffic lights and pretend that we had nothing to do with it when the drivers noticed.
After having plastered, literally, heaps of people. We finally took it a step too far. At that time, they came out with those Zap It! water pistols that could fire water 20 odd feet. Someone came up with the brilliant idea of putting in so called disappearing ink to shoot at pedestrians. We should have known better but we started firing it at this bunch of SCGS Primary School girls whom we drove past everyday. Until one fine day, the bus was stopped by the police! Talk about terrified. This is where me and a few others did something that was totally wrong. We were primary 5 kids at that time and kinda like the ringleaders and a little more outspoken. So we pinned the water pistol spraying thing squarely on this poor primary 3 kid! Sure we did not fire "disappearing" ink at the girls but used water, but we still copped out. Terrible.
I'm sure the policeman asked "who has been shooting water pistols?" not "Who has been shooting disappearing ink?". If i'm not wrong, the poor kid that we "ratted" on paid for it with a few strokes.
PSLE year came soon enough and there really wasn't anymore time to muck around. That was the only time i worked hard. Came out with an aggregate of 243, A*s in English and Math, A's in Science and Chinese (this was as good as it ever got for Chinese).
ok ok...go back to your not so boring work...if u even got this far :)
I went to Anglo Chinese Junior School for my primary level education. And boy, were those good times!
Nothing really interesting happened in pr 1 and 2, apart from catching tadpoles and letting them swim around on the groove at the edge of our plastic desks. You know the grooves where we're supposed to put our pencils. Oh oh, also had a colleciton of red ants that were put in a jar :) Things got really interesting when the jar fell off my desk and smashed on the hard stone floor. lol....those things could sure bite and that landed me in the discipline mistress's office. I still remember her name, Mrs Retnam, not the last time i was to run into her :P Still remember trembling in fright after having heard all the horror stories about her having a giant cane. Also remember a certain Mr Jaffa, a malay art teacher for my primary two class. He used to whack people over the head with those thick, 1m long rulers that were meant as aids for drawing lines on the blackboards! It's a wonder none of us suffered brain damage, or maybe that's why i'm like that. Wait, don't think i got whacked. Surely this isn't allowed nowadays :P
Only thing i remember about primary three is firing a staple bullet straight into my chinese teacher. LOL. And she went "ouch" pretty loudly and i was in so much shock at having missed my friend and hit her, my face must have spelt GUILT and she walked right up to me and yanked me off to face the feared Mrs Retnam. Encounter number two resulted in me standing in a corner of her office for a couple of hours till it was time to go home i believe :P
It was in primary four that the real fun began. At primary school age, we must all have taken the schoolbus and had raucous times in there. But i reckon my bus was THE bus to be in. It all started when this primary 6 kid, Zhihao, chucked an empty pencil lead holder out the window and hit a motorcyclist on the helmet! Sure it could have resulted in an accident, but we were all mischievious 10 year olds, so it was just plain amusing :) Fortunately, pencil lead holders were a little difficult to come by (read expensive!). So we settled for plastacine! hahahahhaa....70 cents a tube...a tube would last a conservative thrower a week! We plucked little balls and threw them out the window at passing cars, pedestrians, postboxes, anything man. Especially other primary school kids and their maids who waited by the side of the road for their school buses :P The real excitement would come from getting the little balls to stick to car side windows when we stopped at traffic lights and pretend that we had nothing to do with it when the drivers noticed.
After having plastered, literally, heaps of people. We finally took it a step too far. At that time, they came out with those Zap It! water pistols that could fire water 20 odd feet. Someone came up with the brilliant idea of putting in so called disappearing ink to shoot at pedestrians. We should have known better but we started firing it at this bunch of SCGS Primary School girls whom we drove past everyday. Until one fine day, the bus was stopped by the police! Talk about terrified. This is where me and a few others did something that was totally wrong. We were primary 5 kids at that time and kinda like the ringleaders and a little more outspoken. So we pinned the water pistol spraying thing squarely on this poor primary 3 kid! Sure we did not fire "disappearing" ink at the girls but used water, but we still copped out. Terrible.
I'm sure the policeman asked "who has been shooting water pistols?" not "Who has been shooting disappearing ink?". If i'm not wrong, the poor kid that we "ratted" on paid for it with a few strokes.
PSLE year came soon enough and there really wasn't anymore time to muck around. That was the only time i worked hard. Came out with an aggregate of 243, A*s in English and Math, A's in Science and Chinese (this was as good as it ever got for Chinese).
ok ok...go back to your not so boring work...if u even got this far :)
posted by cokecat at 3:59 pm
2 Comments:
ACS school buses are legendary. Good substitute for Hell's Angels. I remember the mayhem when one pulled alongside an MGS school bus. It was like Pirates of the Carribean.
hahahaha...too bad we didn't have grappling hooks and boarding planks
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