Epilogue: Why do I enjoy reading? Is it because I enjoyed my father reading me panels of the highly addicting Funny komiks as a child? Yes, comics was my vehicle for studying how to read. I tired real hard just to be able to read one by myself. After my nursery class (which I shared earlier, the class where I became.. Ahem valedictorian), everybody have high expectation for this new child prodigy (if I really was in the first place) And here we start our new chapter.
Story: Like all kids experiencing the trauma of boarding another school, I had to highly impress my new teachers with my in earth charisma. During the first meet and greet session I had to make an impression by exhibiting to them my counting expertise (I was not ahem valedictorian for nothing aren't I?) What traumatized me was when they asked us pupils to dance in front of them (what are we babies?!), I tried my best twisting and turning as far as I could (I'm no dancer as I have two left foot, hehe). Needless to say I marked a good one on the obese teacher that interviewed us. Or maybe because I flashed my killer smile that kept her at awe (haha!).
After I enrolled in the new school, I was a consistent top 1-3 student in every class. It seemed like those days were so fast, I barely remember those days now. One thing I could note though is my teachers then. If my techers weren't obese, they always carry extra baggages in their belly (translation they're pregnant), or they are old misers that are as thin as their bones. (imagine a scene from the twilight zone). One time I had an adviser whom I had for a week only mainly because she was due to deliver the week after...
The old hags you call as teachers are terrible ones they make fun of you, like old hags do (haha). One more thing to note about them is they burry you with lots of homeworks... Sometimes I wanted to shout more in order for them to notice that they have written the entire two blackboards with their crappy homeworks.
Come grade three the pupil wars began. (star wars theme here)
I was highly confident that I'll be at the top of the class when I stepped in. But when I met my would be teachers I couldn't help but be terrified at the same time smile. Smile because I had a teacher whose surname was Militar (English term is Military) and another one surnamed Base (base) so combine them and you have a military base (gasp!). Terrorized because I literally had a terror Teacher her name is P-A-D-I. First glance at her and my tail was cut off. She handled Math. MATH. It was so pain staking it felt like hell during her period. Addition and Subtraction were easy I mastered it from Grade 1 -2 even Kindergarten, but multiplication? subtraction?
She demanded that we mastered the multiplication table from 1 up to 30. She gave the demand Friday and it was to be met by Monday. As Monday came I was praying the whole rosary before her time.. Dear Jesus, Please spare me from the recitation. Amen.
Jesus is ever so considerate, he heard my prayer I "pooped" in my sit maybe out of horror. The stench flowed over the classroom that my seatmates ultimately yelled "Ambaho" (Too stinky).
Padi in shock, shouted at the top of her lungs "To the CR, fast". Me? I couldn't move, out of shame and horror, I knew I would be the talk of the town for the rest of the school year, I just knew I'm screwed.
After the humiliating experience I went straight home, did not attend the following three days and upon my arrival the imminent came. I had my ear screwed by Padi for not memorizing the table. My ear was so red and hurting it felt like it was ran down by a burning iron.
You know what? I pooped the second time in the next weeks... So the humiliation only intensified after then. I had low morale, I felt like having a real lightsaber to stop the pestering kids who taunted me. It was because of that, that I became adamant of my studies often absent in class and it did't help that I had measles at the very end. Good bye top 3... The only thing I could grasp was Top 7 and it wasn't good enough for me.
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Grade four. Saving Grace. I have no classmates who knew the embarrassing moments of my life. I had a fresh start. But was in no condition to compete for top honors yet.
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Grade Five. The Struggle. I am slowly returning to form thanks to my friends Cyril and Ryan back then. I noticed I'm still a cut above the rest, I now re-enjoyed holding a book, reading especially Math and History. Yes math, I love Math in Grade 5. It was then I realized that Padi had the right motivation but wrong instructions.
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Grade Six. Battle Mode. Back to business, Thanks to the two years that passed I was battle ready once more. It was at this point that I gained admirers (some even sent me love notes), which was not really my priority then (but my priority now haha!). At this point I felt the pupil wars was over because I was back at being confident with myself.
Parting Notes:
To my readers, thanks for reading and keep on reading for more as I will be posting some more stuff in days to come. Thanks! May the force be with you.
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