Reminiscing...
I think all I do these couple weeks, is reminiscing my joyful past.
Which makes me wonder either:
(1) I'm too old that I need to walk down the memory lane to feel young and happy again, haha, or
(2) I have too much time in hand that I spend hours absentmindedly traveling back time. =P
But, that's beside the point.
Propped on my comfy bed with both legs hanging at the end of my bed, I, systematically, went through stacks of thick and colourful files that had my name and the subject's written, or more like drawn, in sparkling purple colour pen with weird looking font -the one that has eyes and mouth on each alphabet-, haha, in the centre of a ridiculously big red heart, on the cover of each files.
And, as I called it back then, random, but artistic painting, on the cover of my exercise books, haha, which each symbol and name represents a significant memory. Frankly, they look ridiculous now, but they hold lots of memory that I couldn't find the heart to throw them or erase the 'painting'.
*wince* Such a girlie, wasn't I, lol.
One thing age teaches me is, to stop writing like a retard, and draw like an invalid,
who can’t distinguish between letters and human features, haha.
But, in my defence, this kind of font was popular back when I was in high school.
So, sue the trend setter. :P
Kept neatly in those heavy, thick and old looking files are my study notes, exam papers, *cough* love poems *cough*, haha, and a few sickeningly sweet farewell letters from my friends before we went our separate ways after graduation.
Who, for the love of God, care to bend out of their ways to do their homework and complete their projects and experiments? Who, in their right mind (except the genius students, for, I am no genius -.-") took 11 crucial subjects, just for the sake of I-love-to-learn?
Among the various, lengthy notes, my 6 yo biology note on human circulatory system stands out.
Looking' good, ey!
The first thing I noticed about this note was my
handwriting. Boy, didn't I write like a doctor, haha! It was almost unreadable that I nearly found it impossible to comprehend a word I wrote, haha. How did I ever manage to read it smoothly and without stuttering, let alone memorising it by heart and speak the words like my native language, is beyond me, haha!
Perhaps, the terms written here were once familiar because they were used every day, and now that I hardly see or hear them, they just don't trigger any memory cells in my prefrontal lobe anymore. =P
I dare you to memorise this, then draw & label each components and provide the explanation in half an hour, lol!
See how you get your brain shuts down, haha. 6 years ago, it was as easy as ABC, but if you ask me now,
I might pop one or two wires in my already suffered-enough brain, haha. Though, that’s exactly how my biology teacher drilled us. Anyone who failed was given lunch detention. -.-“
Secondly was, my drawing.
I am not good in art, in fact I'm a terrible artist- getting B- or C+ for most of my drawing classes proves it, haha- but looking back at this, I have to say I didn't give enough credit to myself.
I am one heck of an artist! Lol.
Perhaps, *ahem ahem* I am destined to draw and study human anatomy? Haha, that ship has sailed years ago.
Why did I give up my dream of becoming a doctor, a surgeon to be exact?
Lemme tell you why.
*clear throat*
The story began when I was in 5th grade.
I was playing hide-and-seek with my childhood friends in a musolah in my neighbourhood,
while waiting for my grandparents, when I, suddenly, bumped into my Ustaz, as in my face 'planted' in his bulging tummy, haha. I didn't have my hijab on, so I got panic that he'd recognise me and start to berate.
So, I hurriedly ran up the stairs to hide. But, I was too clumsy to watch my step, and so I slipped and all of a sudden, I found the ground was getting closer and closer to my face, and before I knew it,
I fell head first on the ground, hitting the nosing of the stairs and cut my head open.
Yeep. I had a minor concussion which was nothing serious, obviously, or else I wouldn’t remember my name, would I? =P And I also had to get a few stitches, haha, that was after some kicking and screaming and literally dragging me to the clinic, haha!
Ever since that day, I have this minor blood
phobia.
And the idea of cutting people open and that their lives are in my
hands.
Well, let's just say I don't want to kill anyone, and be hunted by guilt
for the rest my life, haha.
Hence, as much as I love to study medic, but medicine line isn't just my thing.
Dream is all I can do, now.
*sigh*
In
hindsight, I could have just flashed a smile at him, grabbed my hijab from my
bag pack and went away, for I was still a child –hadn’t reached my puberty yet
at the time of the incident, haha.
That'd save all those wasted blood, and I, probably,
won’t be such a chicken,and are now pursuing my dream. Tsk Tsk. -.-"
Flipping through another thick file, I found this - one of my Additional Mathematics exercises, which hadn't turned yellow. Once upon a time, I used to be really good in Add Maths, but as time passes by,
I. Suck. At. It. Majorly.
It took me a good 2 minutes to recall the principles and the solving methods for this equation.
Initially, I was a bit
depressed, no scratch that, I was beyond depressed because I couldn't
understand the question and I didn't know how to solve it!
Y'know, the feeling where you love something and were so good at it,
Y'know, the feeling where you love something and were so good at it,
but one day when you wake up, you learned that you're now
suck at it,
and when you told your friends how good you were, they'd brush you
off like you're a moron.
Annoying is underrated if you ask me.
Perhaps, I
should show my transcript, that'd shut them up for good, haha.
Random thought, I wonder what happen to my Add Math teacher, Pn Rosimah.
She's one of the fiercest teachers I have ever got
the pleasure of encountering in my entire life, lol.
She's slightly plump but with
average height and tanned skin. Loud voice and intimidating personality.
Add
Math was first introduced to me and my friends when we were in Junior Year.
And she, without mercy, haha, failed me on my very first test, haha, which was expected since I didn't
understand a thing she taught and with the teaching speed she was going at,
it's no surprise when more than half of the class failed too, lol.
She failed us, which resulted in, us crying our hearts out because we had never failed, haha!
She failed us, which resulted in, us crying our hearts out because we had never failed, haha!
The closest thing to fail, to us, was a C.
And it was horrible enough, let alone a D, haha!
After a few episodes of
bawling our eyes out -we tried to cry in silent, but it's too depressing, we couldn't control ourselves, haha!- Pn
Rosimah delivered a brief speech, something along these lines:
We have enough work cut out for us, I believe. One more fail, I'll make you suffer."
And nobody DARED to fail her paper after that, hahaha!
She may sound all pompous and bitchy, but she's a wonderful person once you get to know her.
Just, don't fall on her bad side, or you'll be a walking zombie. Seriously.Moving on.
These are my Literature in English books,
notes and exam papers.
I was THIS close to drop this subject because it's SO difficult
that I almost sentenced myself with brain death, haha, okay that was a tad bit
exaggeration, but it was THAT hard.
Harder than Add Math, if you ask me. NO JOKE.
Who, on God's green Earth, enjoys reading and scrutinising every teeny
weeny details in classic literatures, like Shakespeare, Austen, Twain, Shaw, and other
great authors, and then pulls every fiber in your cerebrum to come up with
valid arguments of how, when, why, who and quote them and their lines in their literature to support your arguments?
Why did I ever register for this subject?
Oh,
because I was in my I-think-I-have-what-it-takes-to-pass-this-badass-subject
phase,
and I-wanna-be-like-Ms Austen-and-write-amazing-stories phase,
haha.
There was a point in my life that I almost gave up.
There was a point in my life that I almost gave up.
With my headmistress frequently going on and on about how disappointed and
resentful she would be,
if I failed this paper because I was the only student in
my school who sat for it.
Basically, if I failed the paper, then the
school's rank would drop and so would her title as the Top 10 headmistress. See
how pressure I was. She was always on my back on this.
So much of being
supportive. Even my mom didn't object as much as she did, haha.
Oh, don't get me started with the little argument I had with her when she bluntly declined my application to transfer from Pure Science stream to Arts stream!
I saw no reason for me to continue doing Science
subjects when:
1) I know I don’t want to be a doctor anymore due to my phobia,
and
(2) I wanted to do law, to become a lawyer -my second ambition after doctor.
But, thanks to her, I had to burry another dream of mine.
One day, if I were to teach
her grandchildren, I'd make their lives a living hell, haha, kidding.
I'm no psycho like their grandma. =P I would never force my students into doing something they have no interest in.
I would support them, no matter what they choose to be.
That's what an educator should be, not crashing their dreams just for the sake of your reputation.
My Literature in English trial exam paper.
When I saw my grade,
75% (B2), I was on the cloud nine, lol.
I seriously thought that I was going to
fail, since my teacher was constantly telling me how incompetent and incapable
I was of making valid and strong arguments.
Sheesh, some teacher you are. *roll
eyes* Lol.
I guess, her harsh words sorta burned the fuel in me, and all the
hard work, time and money spent, paid off, as I obtained A in the actual exam. I guess I really did have 'IT' in me to successfully pass this
paper with flying colours, haha. Indeed, I'm thankful to Him. Alhamdulillah.
Gah, don't let me start with History, Geography, Chemistry and Physics!
I could go days writing about these favourite subjects
of mine and how I spent every single minute of my life, appreciating, reading
and forcing all the stories, theories, formulas, methods, and, facts into my
brain, haha.
Some time ago, I could read History and Geography books in a day, cover to cover and remember every single detail- dates, venues, events, quotes, countries, demographics, etc for the entire middle school to high school years.
Some time ago, I could read History and Geography books in a day, cover to cover and remember every single detail- dates, venues, events, quotes, countries, demographics, etc for the entire middle school to high school years.
I was the walking Wikipedia, as my friends, so eloquently
put it, haha.
Though, as soon as I left for University, I couldn't remember
very much.
Very frustrating, especially when your younger brother asks a question,
but you couldn’t remember the answer, but you know, you knew it back then.
In chemistry lab, my friend, being her clumsy self, she almost got my lab coat burned.
In chemistry lab, my friend, being her clumsy self, she almost got my lab coat burned.
She did, however, burn my notes and
disrupt my experiment -I was too panic putting off the fire, completely forgotten
about my experiment, hence the invalid result. When it happened, I was scared
and livid.
Terrified that she'd burn the whole lab down and
we'd all die in the most tragic way -without saying goodbye to our families,
haha. And I was livid that my notes were half-burned, there goes all my hard
work.
But, looking back at it, honestly, it was quite funny, especially when my other friend, who was sitting right opposite me, decided it was wise to splash water at a person, who is sitting right in front of her.
But, looking back at it, honestly, it was quite funny, especially when my other friend, who was sitting right opposite me, decided it was wise to splash water at a person, who is sitting right in front of her.
Oh she did put off the fire, but she also successfully got me drench,
haha.
'Twas a fun day, minus the scold we
received from our teacher for our 'carelessness'.
To say I wasn't pissed at my
friend for starting the fire, would be a lie.
But hey, it was an amusing memory
that not everyone has the chance to experience, haha.
Her clumsiness was once again tested during biology, when we were operating on a frog.
Her clumsiness was once again tested during biology, when we were operating on a frog.
A reminder to all, never team up
with a klutz and lets him or her holds anything sharp, like knife or needle,
if
you don't wanna get yourself hurt, haha.
Another episode of the clumsiness
was during physics class,
where she tripped, fell and broke the cylinder pipe
that she was carrying, haha, she had to pay for the damage and her parents
weren't too happy about it, haha.
But, luckily, she didn't hurt herself or
others for that matter. She was, literally, banned from handling anything sharp
and fragile ever since that, much to her relief and secretly to ours as well,
haha.
She’s one hell of a danger magnet. I wonder where she is now.
I think I got carried away, a little to much, on this entry, haha. Maybe I should stop ranting about how I love my
high school life and how big of a nerd I was, and how much of a clumsy my
friend was, haha, before I annoy the hell out of my readers. But, hey it's my
damn blog, haha. :P
Happy Wednesday everyone.
Natasha
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