Back From THAT Place
I'm back. Came back yesterday, had dinner and slept like a log for 12 hours. The 4 hour sleep nights I've been having of late have taken a brutal toll on my unconditioned XBox 360 playing body.
Oh my god, I expected CD to be tough, since my much fitter sources said so. But I wasn't prepared for such a brutal onslaught of EVIL.
The physical part, I can handle.
The screaming, I can handle.
The higher expectations for A level students, I can handle.
The people, I cannot handle.
I have 37 people in my platoon, including me. Out of that, 30 people are from ITE or below. By below, I mean ITE, 1 O level pass, (namely their MT) or 1 N level pass, or even primary 6 education. And no, its not their education status that scares me, its their attitudes. Mats, Bengs, and the like, they are everywhere SURROUNDING me. And it doesn't help, that when either me or the other JC guy (from YJC) makes a mistake, the Platoon Sergeant screams at us "A-level students!?! You thinks you smart? Then why you making mistake? "(sic). Ah yes, I'm sure they teach you how to pull your bedsheet super tight, till a coin can bounce of it, in JC. The wonders of our education system.
I knew that it would be prudent not to seperate myself from the rest by even giving a hint of my education status, but that Sergeant was a bastard. And I learnt yesterday, from another JC guy in another platoon that the reason why he hates JC ppl was because even though he was best cadet, he couldn't get into the elite ERS course because he didn't have the proper education status. Boo hoo for him, but you don't need to take it out on me. Now the more evil platoonmates are looking at me and the other guy in a funny way, but hey, I don't give a shit.
Not a good start eh?
But its not all bad. Some of the others are ok. Though I have to communicate either with broken english or malay to them, which will undoubtedly cause my own language skills to deteriorate, they're good people, caught in circumstances that weren't as conducive as ours so they weren't able to achieve their fullest potential. But I do have to watch my mouth though. I remarked once that the uniform looks like a glorified security guards' uniform, and a few of them, being former security guards took offense.
But I guess NS is shitty everywhere for the first initial weeks, so I need to get used to the language and the more abrasive cultures and colourful characters around me.
Well, wish me luck. I'm going back tommorow night, and I need to survive another 5 days, that is IF I don't get stuck with Guard Duty if I cock up, for which I've already been threatened with, along with many others.
Woohoo and whopeedoo, I'm getting $350 for this shit.
Oh my god, I expected CD to be tough, since my much fitter sources said so. But I wasn't prepared for such a brutal onslaught of EVIL.
The physical part, I can handle.
The screaming, I can handle.
The higher expectations for A level students, I can handle.
The people, I cannot handle.
I have 37 people in my platoon, including me. Out of that, 30 people are from ITE or below. By below, I mean ITE, 1 O level pass, (namely their MT) or 1 N level pass, or even primary 6 education. And no, its not their education status that scares me, its their attitudes. Mats, Bengs, and the like, they are everywhere SURROUNDING me. And it doesn't help, that when either me or the other JC guy (from YJC) makes a mistake, the Platoon Sergeant screams at us "A-level students!?! You thinks you smart? Then why you making mistake? "(sic). Ah yes, I'm sure they teach you how to pull your bedsheet super tight, till a coin can bounce of it, in JC. The wonders of our education system.
I knew that it would be prudent not to seperate myself from the rest by even giving a hint of my education status, but that Sergeant was a bastard. And I learnt yesterday, from another JC guy in another platoon that the reason why he hates JC ppl was because even though he was best cadet, he couldn't get into the elite ERS course because he didn't have the proper education status. Boo hoo for him, but you don't need to take it out on me. Now the more evil platoonmates are looking at me and the other guy in a funny way, but hey, I don't give a shit.
Not a good start eh?
But its not all bad. Some of the others are ok. Though I have to communicate either with broken english or malay to them, which will undoubtedly cause my own language skills to deteriorate, they're good people, caught in circumstances that weren't as conducive as ours so they weren't able to achieve their fullest potential. But I do have to watch my mouth though. I remarked once that the uniform looks like a glorified security guards' uniform, and a few of them, being former security guards took offense.
But I guess NS is shitty everywhere for the first initial weeks, so I need to get used to the language and the more abrasive cultures and colourful characters around me.
Well, wish me luck. I'm going back tommorow night, and I need to survive another 5 days, that is IF I don't get stuck with Guard Duty if I cock up, for which I've already been threatened with, along with many others.
Woohoo and whopeedoo, I'm getting $350 for this shit.
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