My first few months in JC are a blur. A dark blur, with pounding headaches and overloaded expectations. Everyday I can only revolve around my friends, like they are the lighthouses who guide me in a sea of strangers. Other people split the day like: morning assembly, Math, Chem SPA, rush homework, consult teachers. I split the day like: morning meeting with awesome people, spammage of lessons, break with Belvia, spammage of lessons, taking the bus home with awesome people.
JC really gives people severe brain-drain. My brain, after being bruised on a daily basis with useless information, is now about as functional as a shattered light bulb; totally, completely extinguished. I bet everyone wants the race to stop too. But instead, they just join in the mugging marathon. And the sad thing is I think I kind of understand why. It’s the ridiculously inflexible education system that forces people to work non-stop, in fear of being left behind. These people are really boring la. Some time ago in class, we were asked to write about our passion. Everyone had such boring topics such as Biology(omg wtfh). I wrote about plastic surgery which I’m truly interested in. How can anyone be actually interested in a subject taught in school? It’s sad because it’s tres tres pathetic to understand how the minds of these machines(they are not alive) work. But the even sadder thing is I will have to join them sooner or later in the destruction of brain cells. I remember those few months before O levels when I tried to cram information at every spare moment available: recess, lunch, after school, even during other lessons. It was like academic hell. OK I dunno what the hell academic hell is but still.
I hope, at the end of these two years, I will have gained more than just an A level certificate. I hope I’ll be able to keep some old friends and maybe make a few new ones. The longest friendship I’ve ever kept lasted for six years. None were longer than that. Something always comes up and everything we’ve built up together crumbles. Maybe it’s just due to my own awkwardness, but please, I really don’t want to lose any more of my current friends. In NH I’ve made so many and yet lost so many friends. They’ve all left; filtered out of my palms like water into nowhere. At first, I tried to keep them in vain. Then I just became numb to the feeling. Because it happened so often, all I felt was indifference.