They say your time at JC is the most memorable period of your life… but only if the word ‘memorable’ was synonymous with ‘torture’, ‘pain’ and ‘death’!
Ranging from PW hell to skipping lectures to study even more, here are 20 things all JC kids can relate to.
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You may have initially thought, “Wah, JC no more textbook, confirm the notes all damn cheap.” Until you realise you bought “cheap” sets of notes every other week for every. single. subject!!!
With approximately 5789 essays to write, you needed so many pen refills that you almost went bankrupt.
Every time you got back your results, you’d pray that you passed, even if it was merely a sub-pass in the form of an ‘E’ or an ‘S’ grade. As long as you technically pass, who cares if you get below 50/100? Or so you tell yourself…
Hell; also known as Project Work. Being forced to work with people you’ve known for less than 2 minutes and to come with “innovative” solutions for social issues is what we JC kids define as hell.
I mean, even if the gahmen, who are more qualified and experienced, can’t think of a solution to issues such as littering, what makes you think that we small fries can do it??? @MOE #JUSTICE4JCKids
At one point in time, your phone wallpaper was the exam schedule. This was a form of deterrent against distractions because every time you used your phone, you were reminded of the rapidly decreasing number of days till D-day.
EC: Eye Candy; someone good looking but may not necessarily be attractive the minute he opens his mouth.
Your EC is someone whom you’ve admired (been thirsty for) from afar and occasionally stalked around the school campus to hit your daily quota of fangirling. Your friends would double up as your ‘EC Radar’ to notify you of his whereabouts or they’ll help to discreetly take pictures of him for you.
Be it that young, handsome GP tutor or that aloof, middle-aged Math tutor; we’ve all had our fair share of tutor crushes. It’s only natural that you cultivate feelings of admiration for someone you greatly respect and see way too much.
Although such thoughts/fantasies if acted upon are, for a lack of a better word, illegal, it never stopped you and your friends from having inside jokes and code names for the tutor.
Sometimes JC lectures are absolutely useless. So what do we, model Asian students, do? We ironically pon lectures to study at the library. Personally, I 100/10 recommend this method if you honestly feel you make better progress by not attending a lecture. Besides, there’s always the recorded lectures and notes you can borrow from your trusty friends…
So much so that you’re on a first-name basis with the NLB library staff who leave notices when you hog the seats over lunch.
Perhaps this only applies for my own JC, but at the end of every school event or celebration, there’s bound to be someone chanting ‘FULL DAY, FULL DAY!!” before the whole school joins in.
In JC, it’s almost as if you’re friends with everyone yet no one. Sometimes the people you used to be BBFLs with a few months ago no longer matter to you. Sometimes the people you hate become the ones who support you in unimaginable ways.
One important lesson I learnt was to not become a stock character by attaching myself to one particular clique and boxing myself into the stereotypes.
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Most tutors become a source of comfort at our second home. They’re known for their #realtalk when we lag behind in class and their never-ending friendly banter during tutorials to keep students engaged.
My class was even comfortable enough to give our tutors nicknames such as Sandhya Scooter, Teo Truck and Ho Helicopter!
Most JCs have CCA clubs selling flowers, cards and chocolate packages in preparation for Valentine’s Day. Sometimes the clubs may even offer anonymous delivery services, so there’s a high chance you’ve either sent or received a gift or two.
Unfortunately, the only gift I received was… from myself. #ForeverAlone
After treating Starbucks like your third home, certain drinks start to become more significant. Hence, every time you drink the same drink, you’ll be transported back in time.
After going for consultations after consultations and staying back to mug, you were chased out by the security guard uncle/auntie.
And there was probably not a single school break that went by without you going back to school for another mugging session.
Your notes were colour-coded and filled with sticky notes of different shapes and sizes. You also made mind maps with elaborate illustrations and used crazy acronyms to memorise various factors and terms.
Eating inside lecture theatres despite the ‘No Eating’ sign? Check.
Altering your school pants until it’s not humanly possible to bend or altering your skirts to ‘four fingers above your knee’ length? Check.
Coming late to school and lying that the tap-in machine “wasn’t working” as a lame excuse? Check.
Climbed the school rooftop during the daytime? Congratulations, you’ve reached the maximum rebel status!
A common joke during the haze season is that the haze was collectively caused by the JC kids’ smoke in our written exams.
There wasn’t a day that went by without thinking of giving up on everything because you weren’t getting immediate results—be it for academics or relationships/friendships.
I even had this particular toilet I went to when I had a breakdown. #truestory
You fell down 637658934787654864865484 times but you got back up 637658934787654864865484 and 1 times.
My motto throughout JC was: If I give up tonight, I will start again tomorrow morning.
Regardless of what happened, how well you performed or how many friends you had, the bottom line is that you made it. You were a like a warrior, trooping through all those struggles.
What matters most is what you’re gonna do now. Your life is only just beginning!
This article was first published on 23 March 2017 and last updated on 17 October 2023.
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