Wei Kiat's Blog

What greeted me when I strolled into the foyer was this: a bee hive. There were literally thousands of people swarming around, each buzzing loudly and seemingly doing that bit of bee dance that bees perform whenever they spotted a new source and nectar, and wanted to tell others about it. In no way Anderson Junior College can be compared to nectar and honey. The excitement and crowd at the foyer cannot be justified.

Then something struck me. Something so simple but was able to explain away what I experience at the foyer that faithful morning. That something was this: What I saw at the foyer was nothing but an illusion.

The above explanation is highly justifiable. Anderson Junior College has got a very dark and narrow foyer, making the few hundred people there seems like thousands. The strange enclosed design that was evident throughout the school serves nothing but to amplify and echo noise.

To the hell with the illusion, I told myself. I crawled up the narrow stairs to the hall. I had to crawl, literally, as it the stairs was practically swarmed. Make any false movement, and I would have molested someone and brought over to the police on my first way of school. Luckily, I managed to exercise extreme caution and reached the hall without touching someone's butt or bust.

Then I realized that I had no idea which group I belong to. I had no idea where to go. I am lost. I stood in the middle of the hall like a small child who had lost his parents because he wandered off to look at Gundam toys in a mall while his parents went off to look at underwears. Granted, the previous sentence was too crappy and too long, but give it a little time and you will be able to digest it.

I had to squeeze my way down the stairs again, again mindful that I should not have accidental contact with anyone there. I took some time to locate my name on the notice board at the foyer where people had gathered around it like sperms around an egg. It was impossible to see what was on the board but somehow I managed it in the end.

Once again, I made by way up the stairs. This time, I was more experienced, and made it to the hall without too much of a chore. I sat down at where I was supposed to sit, and my Orientation Group Leader came and extorted twenty-five dollars from me. I looked at the equally lost soul next to me, and said hello.

At 8am we were moved the the auditorium. The chairs were of a dirty green color. Some of the chairs were broken, and cheaply replaced with classroom chairs tied into placed. Many Orientation Group Leaders and students had to sit on the floor due to lack of space, despite make-shift rows of classroom chairs conveniently added at the back of the auditorium. This led to tonnes of upskirt views which I was inclined not to look. The small table attached to the chairs were badly designed. To quote what I wrote on my blog when I got home that day, "It swings around in a strange way and makes it easy for it to swing back down allowing your belongings to fly your towards the ground. Maybe the ground is a nice thing for things to fly towards to." It was later when I discovered that the tables in all the Lecture Theaters were designed similarly, and lots of students before or since had lost or destroyed their stationaries due to the table swinging and dumping its entire content to the ground, at even the slightest contact.

I know, I should have taken the hint regarding the standard of facilities in Anderson Junior College then, but I was too busy glancing around and looking at girls siting on the stairs to think. The state of the auditorium foreshadowed the state of other facilities around the school. I hated myself for not realizing that earlier.

The principal, nicknamed by the Orientation Group Leaders as Mickey Tan due to his ears that came in XXL size walked up the stage and started to address us.

Using his fragmented speech as a cover, I began socializing with those around me. Time to make jokes and friends!