The difference between RI and RJC

Everytime I walk back home by the RI way, I feel like crying. It's not because I'm not man enough okay.. because it's proven that even real men do cry. You could try watching the World Cup this June and you'll find that it's true. Or better yet just stay up till 2am today and watch Arsenal vs Barcelona I can bet the farm that CONFIRM will have people crying.

Of course, whoever is it that is crying is pretty much debatable, but the players on the field are men. Twenty-two men, at least one will cry. So real men do cry. So I have a right to cry. Even though I'm legally still not man yet.. as I am under 18 I am officially classified as boy. Boy can cry. Back to my point today, I almost cried.

I remember my four years at RI very well, and I can't say that all four has been good. In fact, I could tell you countless stories about arsehole teachers and the suck-the-arsehole-teachers'-arseholes prefects. By this I'm not saying all the teachers are arseholes and are the prefects are STATA (refer to above). Only some of them - that certain few that tried to make my life miserable.

They sure tried hard, I tell you. Baskit I got caught for playing ball in class like countless (around twenty) times in my four-year reign, among those I had like eight times in the last year where I finally became responsible enough to become monitor.

And ah those monitor days.. where YL and I would compete to see who would be the most arsehole monitor. But in the end I found that the most arsehole monitor actually was the one in our classroom, ie the one at the computer table. Baskit no one actually bothers to clean it up so it got pretty dirty in the end - like an arsehole. Luckily we had this projector screen so there was no need to crowd around the computer terminal to see which classmates were playing Utopia.

Shit, I'm really digressing a lot. From all the things I wrote (typed) above, I'm guessing you must be thinking "this guy is mad". If you didn't know it already, I am mad. And I am too free. So I am going to do an analysis on WHAT THE **** IS LACKING IN RJC that was ever so fun in RI. It's going to be a long and mind-boggling post. And it might not make sense to you if you don't come from RI, so I'll try to give definitions and explanations whenever I can.

NUMBER 1 - WHERE IS THE VIOLENT BASKETBALL?
I don't know if this is still going on in RI - but back in those days (ie half a year ago) it was common knowledge that my favourite sport in RI was Violent Basketball (with waterpolo a close second but ya). To play VB wasn't hard - all you needed was a classroom with tables and chairs, a tennis ball (see names can deceive) and most importantly, VIOLENCE. Duh you must 顾名思义 at times, even though names might deceive.

So what was this game? It's basically a few people chasing a tennis ball. We had to try to shoot the ball into the projector screen and that was basically a goal. We had areas demarcated by tables, which would earn us 1, 2 and 3 points respectively. It depended on the distance from the basket.. I mean the screen. Or, at least, that was the official VB rules. Some people liked to modify it by changing the points system from 2 to 4, and some might like to give 10 points for a dunk. I say whatever go ahead spoil your own VB game, but my VB game was the ultimate.

And back in RI when we had Inventing Games, it was a pity that the games had to be played in the outdoors. Otherwise we'd show our PE teacher what a real game of sport is called. Plus you can play it anytime in your school uni as well. Because the school is your second home and your classroom is your hotel room. Therefore don't feel hesitant to play VB, you have earned the right to!

But now in RJC.. WHERE IS THE LOVE? Love for the game of VB? Most of them have already converted it to love to *ahem ahem*. And it's quite sad we don't have a playing ground to play our matches on. Last time in RI we had home and away grounds.. but now when all stadiums are neutral and subject to raids by idiotic tutors, you obviously do not play VB. Plus there are clocks just above the screen which might cause severe damage.

Though of course one might argue that hitting the clock IS the idea, I've mentioned earlier that playing in open spaces was dangerous. Somehow the tutors of RJC, like CERTAIN teachers in RI, aren't very sporty and hate games to the core. It's kind of sad, really, but no I do not play VB at all now. Admittedly some clocks were broken back in RI, but we got them fixed in the end so it's okay. And so you might ask why don't I just play, break and fix the clocks now?

Because I want my captaincy and I don't like white slips. Simple as that. As someone very kindly pointed out at assembly (during announcements) today, four white slips would damage my chances of getting a scholarship - and so to protect that teeny weeny little chance of mine.. I will not take any chances.

So that's the Number One thing that I miss from RI.

Number Two will come tomorrow if I don't come back too late from Council rehearsal. You know what my girlfriend is like, and you know what my girlfriend likes. So anyway. That's it. I hope those in RI will take inspiration from this glorious game and use it for their IG in PE. That will certainly earn them grade A.

Either that, or the RJ students take it for their PW GPP. I understand the Group Project Proposal is a hot topic now, what with all the deadlines. So take up "Tradition" and use "Violent Basketball" as your topic. Though on the surface it seems like a perfect game, there are always (class)room(s) for improvement - like perhaps the state of the playing ground, the scoring system, etc. We haven't exactly created fouls or rules of the game - except "anything goes" - so definitely we'd like to see some changes to the rules. Perhaps like "swiping ten chairs away gets one point" or anything la.

You get my drift, man. VB is good. And from YL's post about acronyms I'd better make it clear that all the "VB"s I use here mean Violent Basketball. Yep.

And GPP can mean Gay Perverts Party. Specially for the PW fags.

Okay I'm crapping, more to come.