I've had a thing against surrendering five to six hours daily against my will to sadistic bullies who knew full well primary one through secondary two kids were somehow too young to figure out they were being bullied.
Pull out the cane! Snatch his exercise book! Look, he's fucking crying!
(Those were the teachers, by the way.)
Yep, those days are over, but very few of my memories from primary and lower secondary school are particularly pleasant. Beyond that I think I did OK, but how much of that was due to the sadism of The Worst Example Of A Christian I Have Ever Met and the relish The Wicked Chinese Teacher of the East took in tormenting me, I've no idea.
And fortunately, my Lower Primary Chinese teacher, I've forgotten your name or even which year you taught me, but you expect an 8-year-old kid to know his mom's supposed to flip through every shitty page of his damned exercise book and personally sign it? Sure, humiliate him for being helpful and signing the stupid thing himself.
<Censored> you. No, it's not the F-bomb in there; the thought's just too unpleasant. And I do remember the name of a slandering b*****d in Sec 2 who made me stand at the back of the class for something I didn't do (and that was before I knew I could complain to the principal).
So there you have it; I like to think I turned out OK, but I'd never wish the horrors of my first 8 years of education on anyone. Whoever heaps accolades on times like this for "toughening me up" deserves to be shot.
(And no, I don't mean that literally. I fully respect their right to say whatever claptrap they wish.)
So only time and fading memory prevent school from being higher on the list. Stay tuned for #8...
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