Where never Lark, or even Eagle flew

Yeah, since I'm so bored and have absolutely whole afternoon ahead to myself, I shall share with you people the first time I skipped school. Yes, sharing is caring. It is!

My First School Exchange Exposure!

I remember the date clearly, being the first time where I dared to blantently break school rules. Friday the 13th, May, 2001. Not exactly the most auspicious day to be playing traunt. But we did.

I was initially grumpy, having been arrowed by class monitor that I had a dental appointment in the Primary School. Now everybody hates dentists(don't you?). And not to mention the first period was fun-filled geography lesson with Miss Foo. However my initial angst was removed when I found out that there were 12 other people coming down along as well! We all appreciate a little time to skive, so the 13 of us took a slow stroll to the Primary School dental clinic. What a way to start the day, I thought.

Dental session per se came and went. Nothing spectecular except for occassional sharp pain in mouth no thanks to evil dentist! Essentially all 13 of us were done by 8.30am. As much as we lurved talking to middle-aged aunties aka dentists, they obviously didnt lurve us nor appreciate our company. "Okay okay, go back to your class now!", says Auntie.

Now 8.30 was a bad time to go back to class, at least thats what I thought. Not only had Geography class just ended, 8.30 was the start of a one-hour long chinese lesson with.... with (shivvers) Cai-lao-shi!!!! NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! Even the mention of his name brings shivers to my spine. Lets juz call him X for now. So as I was saying, 8.30 was the start of a 1-hour long chinese lesson with.. X. Now X is a horrible, totally vile and humour-less middle-aged man who obviously thinks himself as the best and the rest of us 14-year-olds as naughty, recalcitrant, lazy kids.

It didnt help matters that X loved to give out homework to us, in the matter of chinese compositions. Obscene amounts of work is okay, but giving obscene amounts of work and expecting us to hand them up within a rediculous time frame is pushing it! Yes, let me give you an excerpt of fellow classmate bargaining for less. Not a good idea.

Sam Ah (who would be called S for brevity): Lao shi, wo ming tian jiao zhuo wen ke yi mah? (teacher, can I pass up my composition tmr?)

X:Ni yao ming tian jiao ah? wo xiang yi xiang xian. (you want to pass it up tmr? let me think about it.)

S: Lao shi, wo men zuo tian you hen duo dong xi zhuo. Wo ming tian jiao ge ni ke yi ma? Wo hui qing zhi huan ge ni! qiu qiu ni! (teacher, we really had alot of work to do yesterday. Can I pass it up to you tmr? I would personally give it to you, please?)

X:(stroking chin, looking into the sky) hao.. ke yi. ni yao ming tian jiao, ke yi ming tian jiao. KE SHI YAO JIAO LIANG PIAN! (alright alright. I would allow it. If you want to pass up tmr, you can. BUT YOU BETTER GIVE ME 2 COMPOs!)

S: *looks on with disbelief*

X: Ni zhui hao shi jing tian liang dian ban jiao ge wo! Bu ran de hua yao jiao liang pian! (you had better give it to me by 1.30pm! If not it'll be 2 compositions man!!!!)

S: nods head with disappointment and totally down-trodden with knowledge that recess and lunch-time would be spent writing above-mentioned composition.

X: nah xie mei you jiao zhuo wen de ting dao ma? bie shuo wo mei you jing kao ni! (those that didnt pass up ur compositions heard that? Don't say I didnt give you any warning!)

Yeah, But I digress. Gist of above digression is X aka Chai-lao-shi is an asshole with Masters in Chinese studies and an absolutely disgusting moustache.

Back to the story.....

So yeah, none of us in the group of 13 wanted to go back to class, knowing that we'll face 60 min of X. Not a good idea. So 13 young minds gathered outside the clinic, wondering what to do over the next 60 min so that they'll give chinese lesson a miss. Of course, pious students (class monitor blah blah) went back without asking, much to our happiness. With him gone, we can discuss what we really wanted to do!

"Lets crash St. Nicholas Girl's School!", one said.
"Okay lets go!"
"No thanks man, you guys are nuts!"
With that said, the Group of 13 broke up into 5 and 8.
Group of 8 went to wherever they went.
Group of 5 ventured to the main gate! Outside of this cloister called Maris Stella High and bravely facing the entire, strange new world out there. Searching, looking for the place called St. Nicholas.


Stay tuned. Interesting part comes when we actually enter the school itself.
Hint hint: its NOT Saint. Nicholas, but close. Tsk.