Pic of me in the snow in my skiis!! (snow blurred camera lens)Being all alone and feeling lonely? That was exactly the opposite of what it was in December, in Hokkaido,Japan, maybe except for one moment, as for the rest of the time I was accompanied by my cousins and relatives. By far, that one moment was probably the best in my life and nobody would be able to understand my feelings at that moment of time with all that happiness and thrill running through my head unless they had experienced it for themselves. It was all when my cousins chickened out on heading up all the way to the top of the mountain that I had a chance to have the experience of my life.
It all started on the ride up the mountain on a six seater ski-lift where I was the only person on it. Though I was slightly afraid that I could not handle the slope, I felt a sense of independence. I was all alone(but not lonely) with nature, enjoying the time of my life. A jaw dropping scenery with the soft fluffy white snow falling from the sky and the withered trees covered with snow. The snow there was so fine and one of a kind that it was reputed as ‘powder snow’. It was a white world, totally covered with snow and ice. It was a once in a lifetime moment that you would get to enjoy such enchanting scenery together with my favourite sport, ‘skiing’. Back to the intensity of skiing, my adrenaline was pumping as I zig-zagged my way down a close to vertical descend from the top. At a flat portion of my journey down, I did not hesitate to stop as I lay on the snow to watch it fall upon me. I stayed down, enjoying the sub degree coldness, never achievable in Singapore and moreover it was my first time experiencing snow. I was having such a delightful time that I did not even feel like getting up! It was just like having the mountain all to myself, with the exception of the other few skiers up there, and that my family members were all at the feet of the mountain waiting for me. I had a relishing time as I completed the course.
When I got down, they were all asking me how it was and what my feelings were. It was just like an interview but I was more than happy to narrate the whole story over and over again.
This memory will no doubt be etched in my mind forever and I am certain this story of mine will be known by many more people who like me, will never grow tired of that precious moment.
This has truly been the 'time of my life'(song i recommend while reading)
Don’t CHEAT, don’t STEAL, don’t LIE, don’t BULLY. You might not have heard of these four morals but as a Victorian, I am extremely familiar with it. All Victorians should know the importance and significance of it as our school places great emphasis on them. For me, I have not gone against my conscience in breaking these four ‘self laws’. Unfortunately, I have witnessed it, to make it even worse; it was my classmate, my friend.
Earlier this year, I was in a dilemma, whether to turn him in, to let him go unscathed or to have a personal talk with him. Maverick was a secondary two pupil who had a big build . He was the kind of pupil who would hand up assignments promptly and was a ‘cool’ and popular figure in school. It was the start of a new year and secondary one students would be admitted into our school. As we have already spent a year in Victoria School, no longer the green horns, loved to look and have a laugh about the new pupils in our school.
Out of the blue, Maverick asked me if I wanted to join him in making fun of one of the pupils. I thought he was only kidding and so I did not say anything. Who knew that he immediately went to work that afternoon. I heard a familiar voice and took a peep, to my dismay, it was Maverick, so I decided to stay and watch the whole scene. He went up to this petite secondary one pupil and started making fun of him, insulting and intimidating the boy as he towered over him. Maverick gave a little pat on his face, telling him to watch out before turning and leaving. From the boy’s expressions I could tell that he was terrified and on the verge of crying.
Feeling raged, I went to Maverick the next day and told him what I saw and asked him to explain his actions. Not feeling the least remorseful, he actually told me that he was expecting me to join him. I was taken by surprise with his response and reminded him of our four school morals; of which one of them is not to bully and furthermore to a boy half his size. Seeing Maverick not at all guilty of what he did, I told him to apologize to the boy or I would turn him to the teacher for disciplinary action.
Not realizing his wrong doing Maverick refused to apologize. I then decided to report this matter to the form teacher and Maverick was given a formal warning.
On my way home that day, I wondered if I had made the right decision in turning Maverick to the teacher. Would he become more defiant after being reprimanded? Would he repent after being counselled by the teacher?
I hope I had not lost a friend in doing so but I just could not see him turning to the dark side without taking any action. Furthermore, I would be lying to myself for consenting Maverick’s behaviour. Till now, I do not regret for what I have done. I hope Maverick would understand one day.
Maverick, I would just like to tell you that although its too late to 'apologize', u can still make it up by turning over a new leaf, I believe you can do it!
