Reflection #5
Many believed that people from group A shouldn't associate with group C people, as the previous group may be downgraded to group B, or even worse, group C, under the influence of the latter group.
During my primary school years, my friends and I have been labeled under group C. People from group A were, and perhaps still are, snobbish, and even the teachers also favor the people from that particular group. We'd hated people from that group, and obviously, hated the teacher.
Yet, as I stepped my foot into this school, I felt the change. Even though everything about me didn't change that much to be noticed, but it's the surroundings, and the types and mentality of people have changed as compared to primary school. It's the same thing, in each school. Not much of a difference. Well, not really.
One thing remains the same though, and that's the teachers. Generally, they would place people from the better classes in the better group as think that people who are good in their academic would generally be good in their attitude and in non-academic areas. And as we go down the groups, less would be expected from them. Oh, prejudice.
Some time ago, a particular teacher asked me why I've been going out with those people from so-called group C. I kept dumb. She"advised" me not to associate with people from that group anymore.
But sorry to say, I'll never do that.
I rather be "downgraded" than to abandon any of my friends, whatever "groups" they are being categorized in. Because, it was those people, those friends, from those groups that have contributed to my happy memories, and it was those people who've made a positive impact on my life. I would never want to be thought as what I thought of the people from group A in the past.
Alas, I have made a wrong decision. To choose what I've chosen. Now with the whole class of class A pupils, or should I say, almost, I couldn't be my mischievous self any more. The teachers would be chanting their favorite line-"call parent, call parent, call parent..." to whatever little things you've done that actually won't really matter that much.
Just like primary school.
The cycle is going to start again, I swear.
During my primary school years, my friends and I have been labeled under group C. People from group A were, and perhaps still are, snobbish, and even the teachers also favor the people from that particular group. We'd hated people from that group, and obviously, hated the teacher.
Yet, as I stepped my foot into this school, I felt the change. Even though everything about me didn't change that much to be noticed, but it's the surroundings, and the types and mentality of people have changed as compared to primary school. It's the same thing, in each school. Not much of a difference. Well, not really.
One thing remains the same though, and that's the teachers. Generally, they would place people from the better classes in the better group as think that people who are good in their academic would generally be good in their attitude and in non-academic areas. And as we go down the groups, less would be expected from them. Oh, prejudice.
Some time ago, a particular teacher asked me why I've been going out with those people from so-called group C. I kept dumb. She"advised" me not to associate with people from that group anymore.
But sorry to say, I'll never do that.
I rather be "downgraded" than to abandon any of my friends, whatever "groups" they are being categorized in. Because, it was those people, those friends, from those groups that have contributed to my happy memories, and it was those people who've made a positive impact on my life. I would never want to be thought as what I thought of the people from group A in the past.
Alas, I have made a wrong decision. To choose what I've chosen. Now with the whole class of class A pupils, or should I say, almost, I couldn't be my mischievous self any more. The teachers would be chanting their favorite line-"call parent, call parent, call parent..." to whatever little things you've done that actually won't really matter that much.
Just like primary school.
The cycle is going to start again, I swear.
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