My first day in school as a Secondary one student

" Walking into the school foyer with him was no use at all!" I thought as Benjamin and I walked into the foyer with great anxiety. Benjamin and I had been friends in primary school, neighbours and more importantly, we were vertically challenged which was one of the main reasons why anxiety arose in us. We felt like dwarves in the midst of giants!

Another reason that caused my fear was the different types of people I saw. it ranged from those whom i thought, secured an occupation for themselve as a gangster to those bookworm who immersed themselves in thick books. The gangster-to-be had a mix of both males and females. The males had their hair spiked which I thought look like a chicken's butt andwore their pants way below their hip bone. So much so thatbthey sem to be "buttless". They spoke in a way that i would never forget. In each sentence they said, there was a generous amount of vulgarities or words like "lor" or "lah". As for the females who had fringe that hid their eyes, had their blouse folded in such that it would deceive others that it was tucked in. They also wore skirts so short that I personally would describe it as obscene. They would also be the last group of females i would describe as demure as they spoke the same way the gangster boys did. If I were to ask you to picture a bookworm, you would picture it either a worm with thick spectacles, a book and a scholar's hat or a person with thick glasses, wearing a pair of pants seated right beneath tehir chest> But the bookworms of Kent Ridge were complete different! far cry fom what you would have imagined. With the exception of tucked in shirts and blouses, they had their bottoms rested a little above their hip bone and had socks that were of height a little above the ankle. they looked so much better than those gangster-to-be who made themselve look "good. The bookworm, I guessed, were academic-elite students as they spoke fluently, occasionally using a few bombastic words.

The day continued on as we attended series of monotonous presentations of school rules, played ice-breakers organised and hosted by the student councillors and completing adminstrative work. It was than time for a school tour.

I would be lying if I said taht the school was conventional.Why? Firstly, the school had a school gym,one i know i would not use in my secondary school life. Secondly, a canteen, half the size of my primary school's canteen, located at the third floor of the school. Thirdly, a library that has a glass atrium. And fourthly, a gallery at the hall, which was meant for the seniors of the school ( now i longed to be in Secondary 4 ). But that was not something that was the "highlight" of my day. It was a comment made by an upper secondary malay female student. She said, " I hate secondary one students", as she strutted by my clas when we were outside the gym. I could still remember vividly her expression she had painted on her face. Her eyes were darted with fire that could pierce through me. But I took it as a form of jealousy toward us.It was liek a scenerio parents would see in sibling rivalry where the older sibling would resent the younger sibling just beacause they are being treated better.

As you can see, my first day of school as a secondary one student was filled with a mixture of emotion that from anxiety to intrigue. It was one that i would remember and one that I found unique as I saw the true colours of Kent Ridge that had been hidden in the facade of their open house. Even though, the events I had mentioned were not exactly positive, it still warms me to find myself experiencing a different life.