Secschick

In case you were wondering what to make out of my title, it's not divided into "secs" and "chick". So if you're looking for some pervert post, you can leave now. I swore my allegiance to the Non-Buaya Association, commonly known as NBA, like around five months ago. Four days into RJC, I'm still swearing (both ways) away. So don't try to pull me out of this three-man association, it simply doesn't work.

Basically, secschick is pronounced "sack-schikh", and it's just two very easy syllables to pronounce. It's the state that I am currently in, sitting down in front of the computer yearning for my secondary school days to come back. And if you're as slow as the Greek Gods to move when they just got banished by Zeus, then you would not have noticed that secschick can be divided to "sec", "sch" and "ick" - which respectively means "secondary", "school" and "sick". Somewhat like homesick, only that secschick is the term of being sick without your second home.

RI was my second home, in case you didn't know. I used to do my laundry by the classrooms. And oh, I once tried cooking some food in class (big failure, that one). Very unfortunately, my landlord was a builder and he raised the rent to such a crazy price that I was forced to relocate to a poorer neighbourhood further down the road. They call it RJC, and that's where I currently stay. And that's what's causing my secschickism.

I don't think mine's an isolated case.

Anyway, the point of today's post is not to bore you to death. I'll just tell you a little about my condition as well as orientation. I think we all have had some very exciting experiences then eh.

My last day was kind of similar to YH's, because while he was performing, I was watching the performance. So I guess you could say our experiences were more or less the same. I wasn't exactly expecting ourselves to win, but we did anyway. Guess Bayley still cannot break their habit of winning everything, can they now? Unfortunately in RJC, with lower rental conditions compared in RI, they also have to start retrenching house staff - so house committees or the main exco can only comprise of one captain and two vice-captains, one of which has to be female.

And if you know Bayley, it's run by four people - YH, Adnaan, K Leong and myself. When retrenchment comes, I don't know who is going to go, but there is a possibility that it might be me. I'm male, if you haven't noticed by now. See? Why do you think I'm missing my days at RI.

I really have tons of reasons to be wanting RI back. I mean, I'm not trying to put RJC down, but their system just doesn't suit us. I've had a look at the classrooms and it's really quite impossible to have any sort of ball game going on inside. Plus, where are the bloody booking forms!!! As a former Undercover Prefect, I've found that I've lost a lot of my power when I got uprooted to RJC, where I have to contend with being an Undercover Councillor. That isn't quite as fun, you understand, as I find difficulty in booking people. Undercover Councillors only get to organise Undercover Orientations for new J1s.

Thus my life has really taken a turn for the worse. Now do you understand why I'm secschick.

Symptoms include:
1) Going to school exceptionally early at 7:20am only to find out assembly won't start till twenty minutes later. (except when I need my breakfast)
2) Calling your OGLs "senior" the way you do to your PSLs - eh I really did it okay!
3) Getting pink slips when you're supposed to be handed a white slip.
4) Going to the canteen at ten o'clock when you realise that you've station games to go to.
5) Scolding English vulgarities that doesn't sound very pleasing to the ear when there are girls around.
6) ALMOST changing in the hall, though I realised my mistake quickly enough.
7) Going to the General Office only to realise that there are no registers to collect or mark. I'm sure my fellow members of the TCS have had similar problems.
8) Thinking about secondary school life constantly. (k-ly, since k=constant)

Do you have these symptoms? If so don't worry you are not alone. I'm always here to be secschick with you. Of course, being an Undercover Councillor (UC), I could always give you some counselling (same pronunciation, wot). Just that if you want to ask me how to cope on BGR in JC, then I'm sorry, I still haven't got enough EXP. to level up to the level of Counsellor of BGR so I can counsel you on such stuff. Though I certainly can when it comes to coping with JC life, having earned lots of EXP. from orientation.

Speaking of which, orientation has been a pretty fun affair. I mean the last day certainly was. There was kind of a fireworks display at the end - and if you disagree, shut up. It is obviously fireworks because it is a work of art done by fire, and hence fireworks. I liked the way those OGLs made use of their Chemistry concepts to produce some combustion, and made the extra branches drop off. Mind you, that is not an easy feat. I was very impressed with the RJC Chemistry Dept after that, for I don't think the likes of Grace Chong or Low Siew Hsien could make such a huge piece of.. burning fodder.

In any case, next year I'm going to be part of it. I know I don't look like an OGL, but I will gladly make the structure!! I gladly volunteer even though I might not seem very good in Chemistry. However, I'm good enough to promise you that I will work hard at it this year and next year, you'll see my beautiful display. Oh by the way, I think I'll use magnesium (Mg!!) for the burning material. Now have fun, next year J1s - and I'll dedicate it all to my waterpolo juniors like Zhizhi, Nicky and Sean, most of them first class buayas. Perhaps they'll see the light (literally).

Nevertheless, orientation and secschickism aside, I have a temporary mental block of what I wanted to say because it's getting late and I don't want to earn a white slip or a pink slip tomorrow. So I'll just hope that you all will enjoy your lectures and getting lectured because I think I'll enjoy mine. That after reaching RJ early in the morning for assembly. Then can hear the robotic voice speak (oh please, I think I love Junyang's voice now).

But everytime I see this signpost:


I get this incredible urge to turn left. If you look carefully, there's a little crane there in the background building the stupid seven-storey classroom block. But me, I'd just walk straight on down the road, up to main block, turn left, see the bloody bitch at the second counter, ignore her, just lean over and grab a pink slip. Now that is what I call life.

The life of a no-lifer who is truly secschick.