School (S)

I can smell class – openings – or maybe I can’t , maybe I just have so much free time in my hands at the moment that’s why. The point though is , I see tiny tots in their cute little bags and cute little plastic lunchboxes flooding the streets. Maybe I miss school. Or maybe not , maybe I am just bored. It’s impossible for me to miss school. I hate and loathe school. And I hope those nerds around will forgive me about this text.

GRADESCHOOL

I have been in a couple of schools so I can pretty much say that my school – life back then was way beyond normality. I attended a public school way back in elementary , and it was okay. Actually , my very vivid memory about my school life was during my elementary days , my glory days. I was at the top of the class and many people offered me an incredible amount of attention – I didn’t like it and I doubt I ever will. It was fun though , considering the fact that I made really good friends back then , and they are still my friends now. I learned so much from being a slave in the school canteen to being a slave for glory of the school admins. It was okay at first , but as time went on , I grew to resent the idea. I just did it because it made me exempted from Math Class , and I was able to do pretty much everything I wanted to do – I was a pet. I didn’t realize it right away , but I guess it was my way of helping , although I never really did it for them but for my parents. It was priceless to see them happy each time they will come up the stage , put that gold medal and take pictures. Oh , how much they love taking pictures.

It was back then that I learned that teachers are not always like you see in the movies. They are not hot , and I am sorry to say but not all of them are smart either. Smartass , damn right. I don’t hate them though , they hated me. I was a brat and I don’t know why but I just couldn’t get myself to obey everything they say specially when it was bullshit. I kinda know when they are lying – and they kinda lied a lot.

Teacher : please donate Pxx.00 for our school blah blah blah.

Students : o_O don’t we have that already?

Teacher : it’s.. different. =)

I didn’t like the way they take advantage of the kids. I still don’t like it now.

“100 pesos for electricity.”

me : huh don’t you have a fund or something from the government?

journalism teacher : =/ nah uh

me : lol i don’t believe this shit

journalism teacher : hm. write about it?

me : yea good call

journalism teacher : or maybe not. will cause hysteria if you do that

me : WTF IM AN EDITOR IN CHIEF ANYWAY! WHERE’S THE FREEDOM OF THE PRESS?

Yes , I was (and always was) an editor – in – chief for the school newspaper. I just love picking on everyone , I guess. Not just on everyone , but on everything. And until now , I still don’t understand why I didn’t pursue this picking-on-everything career. Oh well , moving on..

When I graduated , there was euphoria between my adviser and the other teachers. My adviser was convinced that I don’t deserve to be the class valedictorian. She said I was rude and a brat and all other stuffs I couldn’t remember anymore. My little brain , being retarded , decided to accept her challenge.

adviser : if you win the National Competition , you have a big shot to be the Valedictorian

my friend : DO IT FOR MY BDAY , DO IT FOR MY BDAY!

me : aight ;D

Yeah , I won, out of sheer luck.

HIGH SCHOOL

Everything was new. My school bag was new. My shoes were new. My uniform looked gay, but it was new. Why it was gay? Because I had to wear a big bow right under my neck like a freaking waiter. But I liked it because the school has a reputation. A reputation I wasn’t able to completely compliment with my so-called talents.

It was a blast during my first – year high school. I met different kinds of people from different walks of life. Some had signature bags while others used plastic bags to carry their books. Others were computer geeks , others were great dancers and some are still unidentified. Like , I don’t know who they are or what purpose do they serve. They were the wallflowers.

I was one of those chosen ones to be the semi-wallflowers. It means, they know you , sometimes , but not all the time. They thought I was brainy because I wore glasses and I completely fooled them because I had to wear glasses for watching too much TV. Not because of too much reading.

I guess I wasn’t that sociable during that time. I most likely wanted to be alone because I felt so out of place. With them having everything plus , I was a mess back then. My personal life was a humongous infinite loop of stupidity so I ended up doing really bad in school – specially in Math. And my Math teacher was a terror one and that makes me wonder – WHY DO THEY ALWAYS HAVE TO PUT TERROR PEOPLE IN MATH SUBJECT? What’s with the intimidation? Moving on though..

It was a total pressure from me , since I came from a school where everything is served to me on a silver platter. Well , kind of. A school where I never had to worry about my grades because my grades magically ranges itself from 85 – 100 without requiring serious effort. This school was different. We had to maintain a grade so we won’t be kicked out and me , being a half-wit , didn’t like it so I didn’t pursue it. I ended up changing schools the next year.

Since my family wanted to punish me or whatever it’s called now , they sent me to a public school the following year.

I was from a public school for six years so it was not much of a worry for me. I was doing great actually , and I started to receive attention again. I didn’t like it , again. But it was great because I had the chance to write for the school-paper again. I made a lot of friends , weird , cool friends. My test – paper was everybody’s testpaper and I was glad to help. But bitches never fail , they tend to get annoying really fast. Next thing you know , they were asskissing everybody to hate you. Maybe the problem was in me , not being friends with them and all , but give me a break , I just wanted to go to school , then go home. I didn’t like the “let’s form a group and do everything together” sort of thing. And they like it – or no , they love it. Plus the competition was stiff , and I don’t like competition , specially when it’s every-freaking-day.  Like , “HAAH , MY BIOLOGY PROJECT IS COOLER THAN YOURS BECAUSE I HAVE A FROG’S HEART IN THIS JAR AND YOU HAVE A MOSQUITO AND FROGS EAT MOSQUITOOOOOO”.

I had friends who were older than me , and I think I was too mature to handle such pressure in class , no pun intended. We got along pretty well , eventhough some people thought that it was bad for my school-health to get along with them , but what the heck , at least we shared same things. It was fun being with them , rather than spending the rest of the day outwitting your seatmate just because she knew the parts of a freaking flower.

But then , there were some changes so I had to leave that school again , and since my family thought I was doing great , they sent me in a private school again.

Now THIS WAS A PRIVATE SCHOOL. Everybody were high-class socialites , the girls wore make – up , the guys talked about cars and other expensive things. They were nice , but they were nice in a way that you would never want to trust them because everything looked like an episode of after-school bullying if they set their eyes on you because you are not classy. Those people , were higher life – forms, at least in their eyes. They worship models and everything in their stuffs were pink. And it was horrible for me. I only lasted 1 week in that school.

I stopped for a year in school because I was so jammed and wasted.

Then , my family decided that , since I am “smart” , I deserve to go to a private school really. So they sent me to a private school the following year. Again.

It was a chinese school this time. The weird thing is , the students weren’t chinese. They were awesome though , most of them are still my friends. In the morning , we would sing this weird chinese song (no offense Mr.Chiok) and listen to the whinings of the school head. It was okay because eventhough they treat us like crap sometimes , we just laugh at it . We had masses during Wednesdays when we had to stay in church and listen to “miracles” , “inspirations” and other stuffs. We had masses on Saturdays too , mandatory masses. And yeah , we did the same things we do on Wednesday. I love it though. I love it a lot.

I learned a lot from that school – not in the classroom though.

I learned weed , and Valium , and drinking , and a bit of smoking (though it was my initiative) , so it was really fun. We come to Math class drunk and wasted , sometimes we party and sometimes we cut class. It was really fun to do evil things.

My friends and I used to drink just across the street from school. There’s a hut there and we would sometimes spend our afternoon drinking and getting wasted , then crawling home.  The crawling home was my favorite part , the last time it happened , we got caught and got suspended for 10 days.

Then there was a change of plans – again. I had to go to another school because , yeah , you have guessed it , my life was jammed and retarded again. We had to relocate.

So I went in this public school. It was a mountain climb, literally. It got me worn out so I decided to quit. As easy as that. That’s where I met my bestfriend though.

They decided to put me in a public school once again. I did well , except for the fact that my teachers hated me , except for one. My physics teacher kept on encouraging me while my English and Math teacher thinks I was a pain in the ass. Sure it was my fault , but why the hatin’? It’s not like they will die if I don’t go to class.

My Math teacher said he was just concerned about my “studies” and that he “wants the best for me” . I agree , maybe that’s what he wants but the thing is , I don’t like him and I don’t like the school. I love my friends though. Then my English teacher hates the fact that eventhough I don’t go to school , I still get highscores in her exams , I do good in recitation and sometimes , even shove that bitter fact up to her ass which gets her humiliated in front of the whole class. Whaaaat~? I didn’t see anything wrong by answering her questions correctly.

So she ended up giving me a hard time , failing me and adding days of absence in my record sheet. And since I hated the school , I hated it even more that I decided to quit it for good , without a goodbye.

Then, in those times when I was not in school , I realized something – it’s such a difficult life. I need a certificate of completion , so I made a way to make up for all of those things and managed to get the certificate that I needed , though not really wanted because I think it was a bad excuse to get a job. I still did it though because no matter what happens , education is still crucial to live normal. I want all things normal , eventhough normal is overrated.  Life , overall is overrated but I believe that crap.

COLLEGE AND ETC.

I went to college , if you can call it that and got a bartending certificate. Maybe you can say I am a bartender , and I like it (though not that much) , considering that all I have to do is pour drinks and pretend that I am concerned. The more wasted the person is , the better it is for me.

There’s one thing that I really want to be. It surprised me , but yeah , I really want it despite everything..

I want to be a teacher.

Now, don’t say a word.

I love learning though  not from books – or useless essays about what I can do to save the environment – or planting trees – or solving x+y. There was never a moment in my life where I understood the cruciality of such. For me it was just a bunch of bogus for us to keep paying , be it in a private or public school. To give us a reason to go back to class the following year and to attend flag ceremonies and face the hypocrisy of the school administrators.

I have never learned anything from physics – to elementary algebra – or anything that has numbers in it. I loathe numbers , but it’s numbers that we need to earn for a decent life. Maybe the books and notes way back in my schooldays didn’t get me anywhere , but I sure learned something more important than just understanding quantum formulas – it’s what you call life , I guess. Being able to handle different situations , different people and switching perspectives to achieve something you never thought you would even want to have. For now , yea , maybe , school is bullshit because no matter how many times you read the Count of Monte Cristo , you will never understand it , but that’s the essence of it – to never understand everything so that you will have something to dig up to.

I have yet to dig. I kinda lost the shovel and this text ate all my time and seriously this is not good. Me , writing about school – education..

I need to wash something.

~ by tutdekeeeeeeey on June 17, 2009.