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Sunday, February 17, 2008

Last night before school started, I was wondering what the first day of school would be like. Would it be a very dull, fun or boring day? Many ideas went through my mind. I was unable to sleep well that night. I felt nervous and tense. Most of my friends were in different schools. ‘‘What am I going to do?’’ I questioned myself. I was wondering whether the teachers would be friendly or fierce, strict or kind. This made me even more nervous.

I walked to Kent Ridge Secondary School then all students were told to assemble in the hall and wait for instructions. When I stepped into the hall, it was not as huge but all the students and teachers looked busy. Then we were asked to stand up and sing our national anthem. Then the school played the school song. None of the Secondary Ones know how to sing, the other students sang loudly. Then we took our pledge and settled down. The principal of the school, Ms Chamb greeted the school with a polite and cheerful gesture. The school greeted back in a very gloomy manner. Ms Chamb addressed and briefed us as we were new to the school, she emphasized the rules and regulations of the school mainly on hairstyle and attire. We were then dismissed to our classes by a strict-looking teacher called Mr Koh after Ms Chamb had ended her speech. Before that, the school applauded and gave a welcome to us. I thought that the seniors of the school looked like they were jeering instead, they tend to look like sneering.

Teachers were assigned to all classes. My form teacher is Mdm Jean Tan. She looked quite friendly. We were allocated to our seats by her. Then, she started the day by asking my class to introduce themselves one by one. Everyone introduced themselves so quickly that they looked like they were unwilling to do it. Mdm Jean Tan then distributed the timetable to us. She requested ask not to lose it as it was important. After that she emphasized her rules which was quite possible, like not sleeping in class, do not speak rudely to the teachers, treat your teachers with respect. There is one thing that many teachers mostly like to emphasize on, which was to bring the particular items for the lessons. They don’t accept excuses such as “ I forgot to bring”.

Silence filled through the room. I saw many unfamiliar faces. I managed to spot some of my friends from the same school as me. Mdm Jean Tan then assigned duties to each of us. I am shocked to find out that my primary school friend was made the chairman of my class. He had been lazy and inattentive yet he was assigned as the chairman. I felt puzzled but I congratulated him.

Throughout the lessons, the teachers tried to know more about us. They tried to know more about us. They tried to remember our faces and names. All the teachers I met put a great smile across their faces and they looked friendly indeed. I thought that the teachers in Kent Ridge would look fierce and strict and shout at the top of their voices and tick off mischievous and playful students. I guessed that I was wrong after all.

Reported @ 9:19 PM
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