This is what happens when you try to and hope to and somehow after a long time, do get into an established school with many experienced teachers who teach pre-U students in that particular high school, so that, hopefully, there will be less frus and fuss.
And more important than any of that, it is the hope that you will get a minimum of 'good enough' education eventhough you're stuck wearing uniform and paying only, maybe 10-15 per cent, of the normal fees required than if you were to enroll yourself into a private college. It is that, that is the most important. Everything else, you can just freely allow yourself to close an eye, or both eyes to - the uncoolness (to quote), the assembly, the co-curiculum, the canteen food(not that you're complaining about cheap food..).
Until, there comes a day when your teachers, whom you have known for about a month or so, tell you and your classmates that they will pass on teaching the Lower Form Sixers. For whatever reason, Mr. Gilbert O' Vanderwaals aka the GOV decides that all LFS will have to extend their classes until 3.30pm. And, of course, 'nice, good, and fun' (Pn ******* will whack me for using those words) activities will be held during those extra hours, including extra classes, community works, free labor (since you are all not children any longer) and so on. The problem surfaces right here: the 'old and crotchety'(to quote Pn ***) teachers do not want to be involved in all that if it were to take up their time for siesta. Just kidding. Their time for eating. Just kidding. Their time for their family. No idea. Well whatever it is, obviously the extra pay is not tempting. No need for the word enough. So, offer rejected.
Thus, the passing of Form Sixers 09/10 to 'younger and more youthful' (says Pn ***) teachers. Therefore, everything you wrote in the first two paragraphs can be, in exasperation, stomped on and erased and forgotten until who knows when.
The END.
**Names of teachers are removed for anonymity purposes.
And more important than any of that, it is the hope that you will get a minimum of 'good enough' education eventhough you're stuck wearing uniform and paying only, maybe 10-15 per cent, of the normal fees required than if you were to enroll yourself into a private college. It is that, that is the most important. Everything else, you can just freely allow yourself to close an eye, or both eyes to - the uncoolness (to quote), the assembly, the co-curiculum, the canteen food(not that you're complaining about cheap food..).
Until, there comes a day when your teachers, whom you have known for about a month or so, tell you and your classmates that they will pass on teaching the Lower Form Sixers. For whatever reason, Mr. Gilbert O' Vanderwaals aka the GOV decides that all LFS will have to extend their classes until 3.30pm. And, of course, 'nice, good, and fun' (Pn ******* will whack me for using those words) activities will be held during those extra hours, including extra classes, community works, free labor (since you are all not children any longer) and so on. The problem surfaces right here: the 'old and crotchety'(to quote Pn ***) teachers do not want to be involved in all that if it were to take up their time for siesta. Just kidding. Their time for eating. Just kidding. Their time for their family. No idea. Well whatever it is, obviously the extra pay is not tempting. No need for the word enough. So, offer rejected.
Thus, the passing of Form Sixers 09/10 to 'younger and more youthful' (says Pn ***) teachers. Therefore, everything you wrote in the first two paragraphs can be, in exasperation, stomped on and erased and forgotten until who knows when.
The END.
**Names of teachers are removed for anonymity purposes.
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