Our
Education System Part 1 of 3
27 APR 07
Hmmm..
Since I am on a roll on rambling on sensitive issues like racial
harmony and all, I want to talk about a topic that my heart boils
in anger whenever it comes to my mind - Our Education System. And
if you are a secondary school or enrolled in some sort of Poly or
any other private institutions, you better listen up. I will expose
the junk and crap that you will get to realize only after you have
graduated. So let us start from the very beginning… and this
is gonna be fun.
I can’t really remember what I did
during Kindergarten. I have memories drawing a lot of Smurfs and
my Dad dressing me up and not following the school uniform dress
code. And there’s something I did during lunch time.. that
I will bring it the grave. So, I don’t have much to comment
on K1s and K2s. Like everybody else, I proceeded to Primary school.
And then off to Secondary and some Art college. And after that
I did some short crash courses and that’s pretty much it.
I still have my sights on pursuing this 4 months crash Art-related
course but it's in Canada. But currently, it’s too expensive
but God willing, in time, I will be able to afford it!
|
 |
My Mum
gotta work on that day and Dad gotta send me to school. He told
me I would look awesome if I change the school uniform a little.
They may laugh at me. But it felt good not being a conformist!
|
|
Early
Primary School is spent on spelling. I would froze every time
there’s a spelling test. I hated it because its like memorizing
scripts for a performance or something. But thank God, for Sesame
Street. I learned that each letter made a specific sound and you
can break ‘em up into small digestible parts. My Primary
School teacher on the other hand, just shove a list and expect
us to memorize. That’s what Singapore generally is.. a pack
of memorizing droning robots.
So I can safely say that Jim Henson was actually my English teacher
back then. Once hit Primary 3, Multiplication tables are the rave.
7x7, 8x6.. we are made to memorize like human calculators. I hated
that thing too. |
|
My parents
bought me Math toys to make me interested in Math.
I rather draw stick figure of girls with big boobies.
Fortunately they are supportive in whatever I do. |
|
Thank you Sesame Street. If only Big Bird had taught me some hardcore
Math equations. I would absorb 'em like a sponge!
I would be freakin Einstein! |
|
I
spent so many recess time with a slip of paper filled with a
list of the 6 times table; jamming numbers in my 9 year old
brain, I nearly died of acute nerd Math overdose. Then came
Primary 4, they decided to “stream” us. Meaning
they filter the dumb ones from the smart ones. If you are in
the A class it meant that you are bright and if you don’t
get your multiplication table right, they dump you at a C or
D class. I was in Primary 6C….. 6C! I overheard a conversation
among teachers and Mr Tan conveniently called my class "Cows"..
C for Cows! Ahhh.. Mr. Tan.. after all this years I still remember
and God willing, one day…. I will deal with you.
|
|
Offended
AND vengeful to be exact.
I know where you live Mr. Tan.. I know where you live...... |
|
Frankly,
Primary School did its job. I learned how to read in Primary School
and I also learned how to tell the time. I wore my Mickey Mouse
watch for the longest time and although I did not know what the
numbers are for, Mickey’s arms looked funny - that is enough
for me to get it strap on my wrist. Primary school is actually
a breeze, you don’t have to study prior to examinations.
The test comes and you can easily answer them questions. I was
very bad in Math though.
So bad I started failing when I was in
Primary 3. Math figures looked like Egyptian Hieroglyphics to
me… I always wrestled with the Math questions. Problem
sums like “Ali have 10 marbles. David have 3 marbles.
Ali makes fun of David. David lost his marbles. How many marbles
does Ah Huat have?” Can you understand the frustration?!
Boys shouldn’t be playing with marbles.. they are into
video games now.
|
|
The
Eygtian Hieroglyphics made more sense to me. At least them Egyptians
made funny drawings of flowers and birds. The equation on the
left is just utter confusion. |
|
Ok,
before I ramble on and get out of point. I am not here to bash
teachers.. I will do that in another article and I’m not
here to bash Math.. I'm done with that and I’m glad! I’m
here to talk about the stench.. this awful stinky crap that they
made practically everybody go through even though it's so damn
wrong! From Kindergarten to Primary, Secondary and College. Which
one reeked the most crap? I gotta say Secondary School hands down. |
|
|
Yes, more topics awaits you readers!
|
|
Check
this out, right after Primary school we learn English, 2nd Language,
Math, Science and miscellaneous stuff like PE and Social Studies
and all that. That’s just 4 major subjects but once you
get to Secondary School, they barrage us with a whole bunch of
shit!
Geography,
Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Add Math (as if basic Math is not
enough they add some more.. if only they have Add Moral Education;
perhaps our youth would have some manners.) History! Literature!
Principle of Accounts! Design and Technology! Home Econs! Before
I go on, I want to say I have NOTHING against these extra subjects.
I’m a curious kid and my brain is capable to absorb ANYTHING.
However it comes with a tiny disclaimer and like any individual,
a lot of people have this too. The rule is- I can learn but
make sure the knowledge is BENEFICIAL to me and my future career
path AND I can only absorb knowledge that I am interested in.
|
|
|
|
| Face
it, you cannot do what I do and I cannot do what you do. Everybody
cannot be doctors, everybody cannot be engineers, firefighters,
police officers, nurses, painters and sculptors. And believe it
or not, not everybody WANTS to be a doctor.. even if it pays top
dollar. They don’t “swing” like that. I’ve
always wanted to be a “doctor” when I was a kid. No,
it’s not that I like to heal sick people. I realized that
it was a good response whenever you are asked what you wanna be
when you grow up. A “Doctor” response always brings
smiles from the adults. If I answered “Construction worker”
I would be given a of couple swings of the good old rotan.
I was
posted as a medic once when I was in Civil Defense and over there,
I get to smell things I never smelled before and see things so
disgusting that I thank God, I’m NOT a doctor. You can keep
your big salary, there is no way I am gonna put my hand in that
orifice. And you thought the Rubbish Collector is a dirty job |
|
A typical
day for a doctor in a hospital. |
|
| Gotta
spilt this article into parts.. I can see a trilogy coming….
I have to flushed 4 years of useless crap
right out of my brain,
Evil Bunny
|
| |
