All the letters on a qwerty keyboard!
Most unfortunately, this is impossible and not even a viable option.
At times, it reminds me of the crew on space shuttle columbia. Their published analysis of the crash stated that even if they had noted the damage in the insulation of the space shuttle, they could not have done anything to prevent the catastrophe.
I wonder if I can do anything now.
It used to be so clear; I liked going to school and my favourite subject was math, followed by science. Those were the days before we were introduced to subjects such as Chemistry, Physics, Biology or History. Everything was simple, understandable and fine.
At this moment, my favourite subject is ToK. I have somehow managed to shove all my other homework into a corner to concentrate solely on writing my ToK essay. This brings me much joy as I get to sit down and deliberate over each point and each word. It is a luxury I do not enjoy everyday.
At other times, I enjoy Mathematics the most. Doing Mathematics is really like going on an exhilarating ride. As you scale the peak, going through lines and lines of proof it feels terribly boring. Yet once we finish it and scratch the letters QED, quod erat demonstrandum, and stand back to view our work, the elegance is awe inspiring.
There’s every other subject, Chemistry, Economics, English, Chinese, Biology, and all those subjects I don’t take.
Sometimes, I wonder if it’s like a simple harmonic motion. Just as any Physics problem on simple harmonic motion, the hardest part is always finding what omega is. Till then, I’ll just oscillate from subject to subject, loving this subject today, yet hating it tomorrow when I see that red mark upon it.
Perhaps it’s the mp3 player, or the heavy school bag or the number of assignments still on my to do list. But recently, I’ve come to notice that while walking home from the bus stop, I instinctively stare at the ground while walking. I don’t notice the trees along the road, or the long road ahead of me, stretching past the crossroads.
Just plodding along, waiting for twigs to enter my field of vision and to crush them under my shoe.
The night before, my classmates had gathered on MSN and were deciding how they were going to squirm their way out of this year’s National Day celebrations. Demerit points, waiting times at the polyclinic and the cost of purchasing an MC – these were their only considerations. Nevertheless, I looked forward to the event; I looked forward to the day all the ACS schools convened to celebrate National Day.
I tried, I really did. All I can say, is that after the celebrations, I felt very sad. It didn’t seem at all like it was One ACS… The interactive element was just not there. We felt nothing as we watched the parade from behind. The games were played without us understanding the rules. We didn’t even see the guest of honour and his arrival! It was just announced.
My education in ACS would be coming to an end next year. It has been more than 10 years and by then, it would be 12. I look back and remember the mere two occasions where all the ACS schools have convened for celebrations. Both times they were Founder’s Day celebrations, and both times they were very memorable.
It won’t be much longer, and I don’t think I’ll stay to see another Founder’s Day celebrations with the other ACS schools. And this was supposed to be my last time seeing a grand event like this.
