New Life In Secondary School

When it is the end of primary school, I was really sad as me and my close friends that I have known for six years were going to a different secondary school. I chose Riverside Secondary School as my first choice as it is just a fifteen minute walk from my house to school and it is currently the best school in the north zone. I did not know what to expect in secondary school. I kept asking myself whether secondary school life is going to be boring or more fun than primary school. When I came in to my classroom, class 1E5, there was a lot of Chinese. I did not see any Malays or Indians that much. As I scan the whole classroom to find a seat, I saw an empty seat at the back of the class. So I sat there not knowing the person sitting beside me was Yusri, my friend whom I had remembered from nursery, kindergarten and religious class. We were both in shock to be in the same class. We talked to each other for a long time until our form teacher and assistant form teacher walked into the classroom. They are Mr Poh and Mdm Suliyati. They were both friendly and kind people. I am very lucky to have them as my form and assistant form teacher. We introduced ourselves to one another in the class and now all of us were quite close to each other. All of them have different personalities and different interests. Although secondary school has a lot more subjects to learn and it is more tougher, I think that secondary school will be really fun in the future.

My Most Terrifying Memory

My father started to teach me how to swim when I was seven years old. He told me that swimming is good for your lungs and is a great way to build up your muscles. Every weekend, my father always brought me to the Woodlands Swimming Complex. He had taught me the basics on how to float, the basics of breath stroke and the basics of freestyles. When I got used to it, my father started to bring me to deeper pools to swim to conquer my fears. After a few months, my father signed me up for a swimming competition. It was a breath stroke swimming competition. My father signed me up for the competition not to win anything but to make me exposed to different things and different competitions. I felt really nervous because the pool was quite deep and I feel pressured as all the other competitors seem to be strong and fit. I was one of the youngest competitors in the competition. My father told me that I would swim fine and that it is going to be alright and that I did not have to win anything. When it is my turn to swim, I had a good start but suddenly, when I am reaching the second final twenty-five meter lap, I suddenly stopped swimming and drowned. I panicked and all the water went into my mouth and I couldn’t breathe. Then, I was deep inside the swimming pool and blacked out. When I woke up, a lifeguard and my father was beside while the other spectators were looking at me in shock. I was lucky to be alive. The lifeguard said that I did not have any meal and I did not have enough energy to swim. It caused me to become tired and weak and I did not have much strength to swim so I drowned. Now, I am still an active swimmer but I learnt to take care of myself and always take a meal at least one or two hours before I do any physical activities so that I could have enough energy to do any physical activities.

My Most Memorable Childhood Memory

When I was four years old, my parents signed me up for nursery at An-Nur Mosque. When my parents informed me that I was going to school, I pretended that I was sick so that I had a reason not to go to school. However, my plan was ruined when my smart mum used a theremometer and took my temperature. She saw that my temperature was normal and knew that I was just pretending to be sick. I had no choice but to go to school.

When I was on my way to school, my mind was thinking about a lot of things. I was thinking about what my teacher would look like and how my new classmates were going to look like. I was feeling quite nervous. My mum told me that nursery is going to be more fun then staying at home to calm me down. When I first stepped inside the classroom, my teacher welcomed me with a pleasant smile that made me feel that everything was going to be fine. Some of my classmates are really friendly and started to introduce themselves to me. When the teacher had marked the attendance, we started to play games to make us get to know more about each other like icebreakers. After that we are allowed to do anything we want. Yusri, my classmate, was my best friend and we always played legos together. Nursery was the most happiest childhood memory for me.