Farewell, English class!

 I had my last English class (yes, last, as in I probably will never have another English class for the rest of my life) on Tuesday, 13/12/2011. It was a simple affair, just some final words on our assignments, and then class was dismissed. Like Pn. Chai (my last English teacher) said, it was just like our first class for the semester, but as opposed to my delight at that time, it was with heavy feet and heart I left my classroom this time.

English has always been my favourite subject ever since... before I could remember. Mostly because it feels so much more relaxing and we get more freedom during class (maybe it's just me?), as opposed to the rigidity and formality of other classes such as Chemistry class (gah, just can't get along with Chem. I enjoy Math, but even the Math in Chem disgusts me. =/).

My perception of: English class Chemistry class

Also,  English teachers always seem so much more amusing and interesting than most other teachers (could be just my imagination again? o.O). No seriously. I attended the English spelling bee last night, and for the 2 hours I was there I found that invited English eacher to be pretty good-humoured as well.

As you can probably tell, I have many fond memories of my English teachers. In fact, I like English classes so much it was the only tuition I took that was relevant to my school curriculum (the only other tuitions I took were art tuition and violin/piano tuition) until Form 4, when I, sadly, had to graduate.

At first, I thought my preference for English classes had something to do with my penchant for languages. There is just something very remarkable about languages. While I find English witty and easy-going, Chinese, my native language, is a delicately intricate and cultured persona to me. Japanese, my best-loved language at the moment, is a deep, ambiguous languge with various subtle nuances. So it made complete sense for me to love a language class, no matter what language it was.

That was, until I took up Malay tutoring in Form 4.

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Let's just say after my Malay tutoring, I can safely conclude that my liking of English classes has nothing to do with my penchant for languages, and has everything to do with how interesting the teachers always are. I know I will miss having English classes.

さらばだ、英語のクラス～

P/s: Pn. Chai, if you are reading this, Godspeed!

Writer's Block

Improvised from Robert Frost's 'The Road Not Taken' (much apologies for hacking the masterpiece). Please excuse my poor sense of humour, it tends to happen when I force myself to write. Here is a cute image to make up for it. :D

The Block Not Budgin'

Two words written on a white pad,

And sorry I could not pencil more

And be one writer, long I stared

And glared down as hard as I cared

To where it stopped expanding evermore;

Then glanced at my computer, much more inviting,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was effortless and so very appealing;

Though as for that further procrastinating

Had repercussions I did not want to name,

And both that morning equally lay

The computer and pad on table black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how easily distracted is my way,

I doubted if I should ever keep on track.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Sometime ages and ages hence:

Two words written on a white pad, and I—

I chose the one less favoured by,

And that has made all the difference.