Nostalgic schooling days (part 2)

My secondary school rocks man, well if you happen to be a student. It’s a heaven for students I tell you because rules are so lax. It’s a boy school(used to) with a less than desirable reputation and worse, it situated next to another reputable boy school. Every once in a while, the discipline master will announce  this during morning assembly, ‘ can the following students from the following class stay back to assist the police in the following case.’

For my eca I was in my school badminton team for 4 years, however it resembled more like a leisure activity for senior citizens. You see, we don’t really come for any practice sessions, rather we come to chit chat, play a few sets, sign our names and that’s it. Heck, I didn’t even come for any sessions during my final year, but the school nevertheless credited me as a school player for all 4 years. I love the school i tell you. My school is never  good academically. For the annual school ranking excersise if you wanna to search for it, go straight to the section ‘the other schools’. It’s never ranked in any categories and the tradition continue till this day. But what makes my school so memorable were the teachers. They are really one of a kind.

I remember my sec 1 form teacher. She’s an indian and look ravishing, it’s as though she just step out of a bollywood set. Me and my classmates used to alert each other whenever she crossed her legs. Now now, boys will be boys ok. I looked forward to her class everyday, too bad she taught us only one subject.
My sec 2 form teacher was a god send, simply because he used to give tips for the history exam questions he’s setting for the school. And i must add, he’s very generous with his tips, it went something like these:

: Class, i want you to flip to page 23, oooh, I like the part where it talked about how Singapore was founded. Now turn to page 35…………. i don’t know about you, but i feel a tinkling sensation when i see paragraph 2 and 3. Can we turn to page 53…………..man i sure feel horny looking at that whole page.

Ok I exaggerate, but you get the idea. Then there’s our geography teacher. He wore gold rim spectacle and gold chain and he always excuse himself from class to make phone calls. We suspect him to be speculating in shares because he always spouted the following sentence, ‘ so how benny, is it performing well, good sell it.’
Our PE teacher simply can’t be bothered with us. For our PE lessons, he would arrived with 2 balls ( I’m not talking about his, you filthy minds). One basketball and a football and told us to do as we please and that’s it. So for 4 whole years, we were playing basketball and football all the time while our PE teacher went to drink kopi.

It was a good, stress free and memorable 4 years, can anyone ask for more.