Warning: This would be another of my classic Long Winding piece. I appreciate you to bare with me and finished what you had started. You had been warned. hahhahahaha! Enjoy!
Continue from The messed up educational system: part one. click here to read it before you continue.
Since when was doing what we can, meant that we want it? Well, since you are in the educational system I am in. Teacher will be like: 'So Shian, you score great in this bla bla subject, you should go do this/ of become this! Because you can!' Me: 'Errrrr, so I should score bad at it to show that I do not like it? I thought scoring good result was one of my responsibility in school.' Well, being good at it does not necessary means I liked it! hahahahahhaha. Too long had our society had judge one's passion and happiness, based on how many number one you had. By how many A's you had, seems to determine how much you enjoy something. Since how long the words - This is an opportunity of a lifetime, you should be thankful you had this while others don't, tricked us into entering some sort of competition, or activities, or events, that we did not even enjoy, that we did not even happy about? And then I did well, I won titles. How I hope I do myself proud more than I just do the school proud. Proud that I have made the decision that I am happy about, proud that I truly enjoy this experience, rather than being forced to it. Knowing for titles and medals a student won, are mostly merit points for the school, something they can boast around during formal ceremonies which mostly involved personnel from other schools. The Saya Lebih Hebat (I am more superior) attitude. So what happened to that student, if he was put into that situation unwillingly? A parade of glory that was not meant to be, an effort which was not willingly put forth? Guess the school got what they want, in the expense of what the student wants.
Showing posts with label education. Show all posts
Showing posts with label education. Show all posts
Thursday, 1 March 2012
Friday, 17 February 2012
The messed up educational system - part one
Education, had and always will be the most important value in ones life. I had a 'Wonderful' 17 years being in the supposedly self-claimed world class Malaysian educational system, if you take constantly indecisive and frog jumping policy of the ministry as a plus point. I trust many would agree if I said that our country educational system was and still is, messed up. The different stream, the forced choice, the jumping policy, different enrollment policy entering higher education and many, many more. I would more than happy to share my own experience. I wished those who plan to had kids or having kids now, to have a thought, upon going into this 'proud' system. Is not that you could not go in, but have a thought. Cause you could not expect the bull to change its attitude towards red cloth in just a few years. (I am just being cynical.)
I start off gleefully entering my first class in primary school, anxiously. (I purposely omit Kindergarten which I thought made me play more than I learn). I was being place in a partly-governmental governed Chinese based school, where Chinese language was the main medium of educating and communicating. It was a brilliant move by both of my parents on their part, as I am a Chinese descent, I should learn Chinese. I still thank them now for making that choice then, as I can now communicate in Chinese language, read some of the Chinese character, but sadly I lost my ability to write Chinese somewhere during my secondary school. I still remember the look in my mum eyes worrying if I can get through the first day in school smoothly, first day was never easy for most children and even worst for the parents. Saying they are overprotective, was an understatement. Thankfully after two weeks we would be free from our parents sights, while the teacher take a sigh of relieve too. Then it started, every students are placed in different groups (classes), obliged to study all the same sorts of subject, english, chinese, malay, morale, science, maths and a few more.
I start off gleefully entering my first class in primary school, anxiously. (I purposely omit Kindergarten which I thought made me play more than I learn). I was being place in a partly-governmental governed Chinese based school, where Chinese language was the main medium of educating and communicating. It was a brilliant move by both of my parents on their part, as I am a Chinese descent, I should learn Chinese. I still thank them now for making that choice then, as I can now communicate in Chinese language, read some of the Chinese character, but sadly I lost my ability to write Chinese somewhere during my secondary school. I still remember the look in my mum eyes worrying if I can get through the first day in school smoothly, first day was never easy for most children and even worst for the parents. Saying they are overprotective, was an understatement. Thankfully after two weeks we would be free from our parents sights, while the teacher take a sigh of relieve too. Then it started, every students are placed in different groups (classes), obliged to study all the same sorts of subject, english, chinese, malay, morale, science, maths and a few more.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)