MY STORY

“Hey! Wake up! You are gonna late for school!”

“Urgh… why so early wake up? I don’t want to go to school…”

“Quickly!”

“Mmmm…” he groaned.

This is what normal pupils do whenever before they go to school – sleep as long as they can. Staring at our breakfast is not interesting, this is what they will do:

“Mum, why bread and milk every day?”

Groaning early in the morning? For me, I am not like this. Bread and milk? Fine with me! My point is to eat very quickly so that I can go to school as early as possible, which I like to. My mission is to the first person to arrive to class, but always got took over by my classmates. I hate the crazy traffic. Sigh, why do I have to hear horns from cars at least once in a day? I don’t know why, I feel very disgusted by the loud and awful sounds of the horn. I also hate the stairs in my school. Why do I have to climb up six storeys to my class? Plus every storey has three flight of stairs.

Wow. I have to climb up the stairs eighteen times.

Oh no. Looks like I’ve moaned and groaned early in the morning! But not about breakfast.

School is cool; I’ve met all kinds of teachers, male or female, the kind of hair, very special. But I am always afraid of teachers, especially fierce ones. There is one incident that had made me so embarrassed in front of my class, but in my heart, I felt very angry and hurt. This had happened very long ago, when I was Primary One. In class…

I’ve wet my pants.

That time I was so scared that I burst into tears. All my classmates stared at me blankly, and then looked at each other. Finally, they shook their head. Suddenly I stopped crying. I immediately ran to my teacher and asked her whether I could go to the toilet.

“NO!” She yelled at me. I was so shocked and immobilized. Again, I screamed and sobbed. This time my classmates started to stand around me and comforted me. Then I stopped. With my spectacles filled with lots of tear drops, my face seemed weird. Oh, now the laughter had filled the class.

Till now, this incident is still very memorable, because that is my only time that I have wet my pants. That class was also extremely interesting. Everyday all we know is to laugh and laugh. So loud that teachers nearby have to tell us to keep quiet.

I love recesses. I love the food! I can eat all kinds of food. That’s why I will probably be the first one to run down the six storeys and go to the canteen to eat. Food is now quite expensive nowadays. In my school, the economic rice’s price increased thirty cents. From two dollars to two dollars and thirty cents for 4 vegetables and rice which is around at the same price at coffee shops and hawker centers. But no one could wait to go to the Western Food stall to have a sumptuous meal. Grilled Chicken, Fish and Chips, Pork Chop, all these food made our saliva to drip. However, the sad thing is, teachers releasing us late, running slower than others, could break our hearts, because they will always have a lot of people lining up. No choice. Hungry people might just run to the other stalls, since there are also delicious food like noodles and Malay foods. But for non-hungry students, they wait patiently to get that fresh aroma of that chicken. Some tricky people, if they did not cut the queue, then they will ask their friends to buy for them. Inconsiderate people. Forget them.

Tests always freaked me out. It is not that I hated tests, but it is really scary. Walking towards the teacher and taking the test paper. The atmosphere is tense. Afraid because I did not dare to see my marks. What if I did badly? Screwed by my parents, I cannot sleep, my favourite things will get confiscated, I will have to stay back after school for afternoon classes, the feeling is awful. What if I did great? Yay! Compliments, compliments, and compliments. And what if I am just one mark lesser than Grade A? I will be angry, my parents will be angry, I will feel utterly upset too.

Sadly, my school that there are only Chinese and very few Eurasians and of other races. I wish I could interact with more people of different races. I want; I really want to know about their culture and life besides researching online, because yes, oral sources seemed more reliable than ‘Wikipedia’.

Singapore is a great city. Even though it is a small country, a ‘red dot’ in the map, it has a lot of things that had made other tourists say ‘Wow!’. Especially what made Singapore so attractive is the new casino – The Marina Bay Sands. It is tall, beautiful, and gorgeous in the interior. And the Sentosa, the thrilling roller-coaster that make tourists go crazy. Speaking of roller coasters, I would say that I am really afraid of roller-coasters.

Just not ago, during the December holidays, my family and I went to Shenzhen, China to tour. Then we came to this place to play all sorts of fun games and stuff. After that, we’ve passed by a roller coaster track. There are other two or three pretty scary ones but this one is the ‘non-scary’ one. But it turned that me screaming all the way for one minute, I guess.

Also, the food was also amazing in Singapore, regardless of race of the food. Nasi Lemak is cool, Roti Prata is also one of my favourites, and grilled fish is tasty! I love Singapore; I love the education in here, creative and great, even though I have to wake up early in the morning…

~The End~

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