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Wednesday, January 27, 2010
5th Blog Essay
Something that took place in school
Many things have taken place in school since I entered. I have already been in Victoria for a year and have experienced many things, but this is a particularly memorable one. During our time in the school, we will have free periods here and there. Our class normally wreaks havoc. This time, it was something different…
“Guys! Mrs Ng is not here today!” my friend hollered. The whole class was relieved from the impending doom of a test. We burst into peals of laughter and cheers. In-class sports and Chinese chess competitions would be carried out and occasionally a fight would break out. That day was different. The atmosphere in the classroom was that of a studio. Our monitor produced a beat on the whiteboard while the whole class followed. An astounding effect was produced. It sounded as if a real percussion band had been erected out of class 1A.
Each of us took turns to come up with a rhythm while the rest provided background beats by clapping. But it was not the sound or rhythm produced that affected us. It was the pride of the class spirit that I believed swelled in each and everyone’s hearts. It was this that united the class as one family as sung in our weekly school song. “Victoria thy sons are we”… I would like to add a sentence that truly expressed what I felt at that time. The sentence is ‘Victoria thy sons are we and Victorians brothers we are’. This was something that took place in school that swept away first impressions and personal grudges that existed at the beginning of our secondary school lives.
Even a teacher felt that way. A teacher who was strolling pass for her next class appeared at the doorway of the classroom. She gave us a warning to keep quiet so as to not disturb the ‘politicians-in-making’ in the other classes. In addition to that, we thought we were about to receive more reprimanding but instead, she stunned us by commenting on our strong class spirit. I’m sure the whole class had their heads lifted high.
The title of this essay may look disturbing as it reveals poignant undercurrents but there are many enjoyable experiences that happen in school as well. School can actually be fun.
Many things have taken place in school since I entered. I have already been in Victoria for a year and have experienced many things, but this is a particularly memorable one. During our time in the school, we will have free periods here and there. Our class normally wreaks havoc. This time, it was something different…
“Guys! Mrs Ng is not here today!” my friend hollered. The whole class was relieved from the impending doom of a test. We burst into peals of laughter and cheers. In-class sports and Chinese chess competitions would be carried out and occasionally a fight would break out. That day was different. The atmosphere in the classroom was that of a studio. Our monitor produced a beat on the whiteboard while the whole class followed. An astounding effect was produced. It sounded as if a real percussion band had been erected out of class 1A.
Each of us took turns to come up with a rhythm while the rest provided background beats by clapping. But it was not the sound or rhythm produced that affected us. It was the pride of the class spirit that I believed swelled in each and everyone’s hearts. It was this that united the class as one family as sung in our weekly school song. “Victoria thy sons are we”… I would like to add a sentence that truly expressed what I felt at that time. The sentence is ‘Victoria thy sons are we and Victorians brothers we are’. This was something that took place in school that swept away first impressions and personal grudges that existed at the beginning of our secondary school lives.
Even a teacher felt that way. A teacher who was strolling pass for her next class appeared at the doorway of the classroom. She gave us a warning to keep quiet so as to not disturb the ‘politicians-in-making’ in the other classes. In addition to that, we thought we were about to receive more reprimanding but instead, she stunned us by commenting on our strong class spirit. I’m sure the whole class had their heads lifted high.
The title of this essay may look disturbing as it reveals poignant undercurrents but there are many enjoyable experiences that happen in school as well. School can actually be fun.
DrEaM BiG5:26 AM
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