Monday = Cane Day

I remembered when I transferred to mom's school. We always have test on Fridays. And I never passed, not even once. Punishment was very popular or should I say a big hit back in those days. It's either you copy the mistakes 5  to 20 times or you copy the whole thing 5 to 20 times. But, that's not case. If it was just copying, I would be more happy to do it. But, the treat was, those who fail will get the cane first day at school. Doesn't anyone realize that knowing that one will definitely get the cane on Monday would make one doesn't want to go to school? Those times, I really hate Sundays because the whole day I wouldn't stop thinking, "Ahh..shit..stupid..shit shit shit." and this is not something you tell your mom when she's teaching in the same school you're going to. I felt hopeless and an idiot and I felt I let my mom down somehow.

How many cane one gets depends on how any mistakes one made. I never get half correct (I failed) so I get a lot of cane. Not that I'm afraid of it or anything. I just hate the fact that, it was practically emotionally abusing me and ruining my weekends. I was only 11 for God's sake! And also, it's a subject that I'm not good at. It's not that I didn't study at all. It's so damn deep for me at the time.

Up to this day, I couldn't see the point of memorising nor remembering all those things. I don't see what was the purpose. Until today, I don't even use a single thing that was tested every Friday.I had no idea what was my teacher thinking about having my classmates and I to go through all that torture. Please, you'll agree with me if you grew up in an English speaking environment.

What's the point? Having to sit for Chinese proverbs tests every Friday and get caned every Monday?? Of all days, she has to choose Friday. Why not Monday? I'd rather get the cane every Friday so that I'll work harder over the weekends and sit for the test on Monday so that there's higher chances to pass that test. As if Monday to Thursday, I don't have to go to school and do other homework. Timing is so wrong. Getting caned on Monday made school week suck.


I don't hate my teacher. I really like her. I just hate the stupid test and I don't remember a thing I studied.


monologku: bagi saya perumpamaan, simpulan bahasa,  Bahasa Mandarin adalah mimpi ngeriku.