Not when the last time I sat for an exam in BM was in 1993. Not when I had to translate every question into English first for me to fully understand it. Not when whatever I studied on did not come up in the exam. Not when, upon entering the class, I realised they never did provide pencils nor erasers for your exams. All I brought were pens and a mechanical pencil with a single lead and a flimsy eraser at one end. Dang. I'll let you know if I passed.
Anyway, stepping into the school was truly something. It is a grand old school. I imagined a throng of boys rushing up the stairs on their way up/down from their classes. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring a camera and only took photos with my camera phone. Plus, with so many people milling about, waiting for their friend/relative to finish the exam, I could feel stares as I hurriedly took these shots.
The image of childhood nightmares
People waiting to enter the exam rooms
View from the balcony. The bluish glass red-brown building at the background is where KS works. The other brown building peeking behind it is the KLSE. What a place to school.
The image of childhood nightmares
People waiting to enter the exam rooms
View from the balcony. The bluish glass red-brown building at the background is where KS works. The other brown building peeking behind it is the KLSE. What a place to school. 
3 comments:
which school is it?
st. john's secondary school in kl.
Hmm... schools in Asia always seem so much more grand than here in Canada. We basically study in boxes.
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