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English class

It was the first day of the school, Chemistry class had just ended. I asked around to find out what was the next lesson. ”English!” replied Mani, who sat next to me. I thought of who our English teacher would be. “Since Mr Hamilton just walked past our class, he surely won’t be our teacher this year.” I said to myself.

After a while, a female teacher entered the classroom. She introduced herself as Madam Ow. Madam Ow told us that there will be a “Quote of the day” and the “Word of the day” for every English class. Apart from that, she also introduced a “Speak English Only” Scheme to the class. For example, those who were caught speaking in a language other than English would get 1 strike. After getting 5 strikes, a one dollar fine would be given to the student. The student would then pay the amount to the treasurer, Joshua. My prediction of who would pay the most would be Sid as he frequently speaks other languages in class.

In my opinion, these schemes are great ways to improve one’s vocabulary. Eventually, the students would drop the habit of speaking other languages during English class.

Interestingly, when I logged onto the Internet that very same afternoon to find out more about what others in the country are doing to encourage the “Speak Good English” movement, I came across the following photos that I found absolutely funny:

Example 1 – this should read: “Do not eat in this area”, and not “Do not eat this area”.

Example 2 - It really should say:
"You may pay for your purchases at either level 1 or at basement counters", not "both".

Patricians vs Victorians

In the past one year, I have had few bad encounters with the upper secondary students of St Patrick. Hereinafter, I will refer them as Patricians.

Once, when I was taking bus 76 to school, a group of Patricians boarded the bus few stops after me. Initially, the journey seemed well until they were about to alight the bus. As they were seating behind me, one of them, probably the leader of the group, banged the back of my seat with his hand when he walked pass me. Next, they started insulting me as they took their time to alight the bus. They hissed remarks such as “VS sucks! So sissy!”

As I sat and watched them with shock, one of them turned and looked at me again as they left the bus. Some of the passengers shook their heads in disapproval for what the boys had done. At that time, I was not frightened or scared by their act but instead, I was appalled by their behaviour in public.

Another encounter took place in a rainy day. On my way home, I came across another group of Patricians. They were making jokes about their teachers and gossiping loudly. As they were a bigger group, I took the initiative to give way to them on the pedestrian path and I walked closer to the road.

What a BIG mistake! Splash! A speedy car drove by and the next second I was drenched by the water on the road which the car ran onto. I remembered writing one such composition before, “A Rainy Day”. I thought this only happened in writing however it does happen in reality. The boys roared with laughters. “Eh Victorian, did you pee in your shorts!” cried one of them. I kept silent as I tried to control my emotions and temper.

I used to have a good impression of the Patricians and the school as I went to their Open House in 2006. I do not understand what they will get by making fun of others. As I was a freshman at Victoria, I do not know what has happened in the past. Is it us? Or are they just like that? I hope these are just minority or black sheeps among the Patricians as I believe there are many true Patricians out there who are nicer people that those I met!

The pooch lovers

Mr and Mrs Lim were my next-door neighbours in my previous home. They have been married for many years with no children, but owned two Pekingese pooches instead. I only discovered they were pooch lovers, or rather, very obsessive with their pooches after some observations over the years. The following were my observations:

• They matched their furniture and clothes to their pooches - just look at their T-shirts, coffee mugs, keychains, computer screen, and even door mat, and you will know immediately that they are obsessed with pooches (and can even tell what breed they favoured most!)
• They have hundreds of pictures of their pooches in their house, car, wallet, on their desk at work, etc.
• They did not think twice about sitting on the floor because their sofa was always occupied by their pooches
• Dog hair could be found on them and all their belongings, including their car
• They shared their sandwich with their pooches, bite for bite
• When one of our neighbours complained that their pooches barking too noisily every hour, they could not figure out what the problem was
• They could not remember the birthdays and anniversaries of their family and friends, but they could rattle off their pooches’ birthdates, health data and coat colors at the drop of a hat
• Spending time with their pooches was the highlight of their day
• Any conversation between them and anyone else was effortlessly directed back to the topic of pooches
• Their parents have given up on hope of having any grandchildren and started referring to the pooches as "their kids" or their children"

The funny thing about pooch owners is that they either resemble their pooches, or they have similar character as their pooches (or vice versa). For example, I remembered Mrs Lim used to have extremely long and bushy hair which made her resemble her Pekingese pooches! The above photos are some examples of other pooch owners in the world.

I wonder how the Lims are now. Are they still as obsessed with their pooch, if not more? That is highly very likely!

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