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This website has a hundred random questions from many different sources compiled by the hardworking administrator. From 1 to 100, I will expand these questions into answers in my own words.
1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
Okay, sure. I have a whole bookshelf to myself next to me, and I am going to reach for the nearest book. Oh, joy. It's the Megabest Jokes for Young Readers, by VJ Times.
You see, I am from an all boys school ever since I was seven. Yes, the age where all children are enrolled in the primary school of their dreams. Wait, let me rephrase. Primary school of their parent's* dreams. Well, I didn't really mind then. It was a good choice. I won't be able to imagine my life being enrolled in any other school besides the school I was in then. I am not going to boast, but from primary one to primary three, I have been the top scorer in my class! I know my maths then, and my English language was up to par. I wouldn't be surprised if my other subjects were marvelous at that time too. I had many friends.
However, during primary four, I got pretty full of myself. Everyone was calling me a clever boy/ a smart boy etc. so I was like "Hey, I am so smart. I don't need to study! I don't even need these books!." That seemed to be my downfall. (Did I mention I was incredibly plump?) The additional subjects added to the list didn't help at all. Because I didn't study, I was bad at everything. I flunked my Historical Studies, Maths, Geography (I'm still bad at it now) etc. My position in terms of marks and grades were at the tail of the class. I didn't mind then, I accepted my position and continued playing and talking. I still had friends.
After the first report card was drawn out and the dreaded parent's day came, everything changed. I can still remember my father's dark aura as he saw my report card. After receiving the report card, he didn't utter a word. He was seriously angry. I guess some of my friends saw that too.
Things changed. Some of the teachers start picking on me because of my stupidity. My Malay Language wasn't as good then, and I can't really communicate well with many of the teachers. Many of the questions asked in class were directed to me. In almost every class, I would be the person that wasn't able to answer questions, required to stand in the class. I was also scolded harshly many times because of my terrible handwriting. (Well, I deserved it anyways. My handwriting was hardly understandable).
I won't really treat this as severe bullying, but just pranks. (Well, I do look like the nerdy kid that MUST be bullied, even now. I wont deny that) People would hide my shoes sometimes and I had to walk to my car with just stockings. During recess, people would steal my workbooks and hide them away. Or just keep them forever. Well, it was a primary school. Children commit childish pranks all the time. I was also picked on by several people, of which I will not name. We have all changed, and I am even on the best terms with them now. :)
The only thing that kept me alive in primary school was my friends. I really appreciated them. Who knows what an innocent child like me would have done then. I would really want to thank all my friends that were together with my when I was in primary school, even though I am not really in touch with some of them right now.
In secondary school, everything went along just fine. I guess everyone has matured.
At the end, I wonder if I did mature at all?
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