Confessions of that two fun/terrible years

Those four years are still clear to me, hoping time could bring back some days and erase some days off my memory...

I came from China and landed in Singapore in Dec 2004, progressing along the eventful path which continues till now and further. I started schooling here in 2005, Pri 3, that two years was the happiest period in my primary school life in Singapore.

Schoolmates were friendly, sporty and loved to have fun. I got new friends immediately without any difficulty though my English was not even up to speaking standard at that time. There were at least 2 or 3 mainland chinese in each class and we became the closest friends. We discussed questions in class, talked secretly even during lesson times(that's pretty normal for each and every student), engaged teachers so well that we joked together, stayed back after school to play... all sorts of fun!

This doesn't mean we are spoiled, fun is essential, especially to we foreigners, in fact, that's the perfect environment I need to improve my studies as all my friends know when to be serious.

Then the 2nd year I happened to interact with P5 and 6 mainland chinese students. AH! That's the climax of that two years! We had more fun when we all joined the same CCA, played games together, represented school for external events... Those boys and girls from China, never failed to enlighten my mood, we are just the perfect "shadows" for one another.

Then, "DISASTER" STRUCK! I was transferred... to a so called good school and started schooling there in 2007.

Hardly 1 student from China in each class.(It's not that I dislike Singapore friends, it's just much harder to mix with peers younger than me, they are only 11 or 12.) By then, I had no problem speaking English. But the arrogance of those students were really unexpected!

They treated new students, especially new foreigner students, like... ... But still, I managed to be on talking terms with them. Lessons were extremely boring, recess were rather dull, I yearned for the days to end and for Fridays to come which, I never never never wanted in my old, warm school...

Then I went to 6A in 2008. Good class huh? What a joke!

With better brains, those classmates of mine(yes, I call them classmates, they are far from friends to me)showed much better sense of arrogance. When I achieved 15th position in class for term test, they widened their eyes as big as eggs, sure enough, they all expected me to be the last, what an insult! Their IQ was a sharp contrast to their EQ. They obviously did not understand the term "friend".

And it was weird that girls were the people who dominate the class and some boys even followed them!(Diaozzz...) They behaved so well in front of teachers but spread rumours, blackmailed people, talking lame stuff what so ever(and most boys did that, they discussed boy-girl relationship, using sexual words, I mean, what do they understand? Just for the "coolness" they thought?)

It was such a torture to spend hours in class, ya know? And I became the odd one out since I wasn't joining them. That was such a dark and dreadful environment. The same length of time—2 years—such a different amount of content...

Now, I am in HCI, and quite a number of 6A pupils are here. To my surprise and happiness(I

guess), they became more mature. I've been looking forward to my high school and college years.

Will it be another 2005? I always wonder, hope...