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Peirce isnt what its used to be anymore.Secondary school life is supposedly the most memorable part of your life.and who wouldnt want to have a happy one.as of every morning until she is satisfied,i gotta report to mrs ng,the new vice-principal,for her to check my attire.Well,many others have to too.but i seem to be the only diligent one that does it every morning.She usually has to hunt down the rest.i have served this school the best i can,through student council,dance club and even academically.and some bloke walks in and tells us that they have suddenly decided that the 'R' in p-e-i-r-c-e didnt meant resilience no more.decided that it was gonna be 'r' for respect.
i grew fond of the school when i entered it.all the school spirit,the homey feeling it gave.when i was in sec one,i would rather stay in school then to go home.even if there wasnt anything to do.i didnt mind sitting around the tuckshop just to chat or stare into space,awaiting for mr bala to announce that the school gates were gonna close.just the feeling of being in school made me happy.then,i was sad when the weekends came cos it meant that school's off.that was the time mr chew and mr nassim reigned,mr juraimi scared and all the love you could get from ms toh,mr chang,and the late miss ho.and all our lovely seniors and their warm hugs each day.oh,dont you miss those times?
the school management is so terrible now,even dear mr wong left.how bad is that.im sorry to say,but i dont look forward to school anymore.im looking forward to graduating.what triggered me to write this is our new vice principal,mrs ng.this is only her second week with us,yet,i hate her so much.my skirt is at its longest ever in my secondary school life.its released to its original length.no one on earth has ever seen my skirt in this state before.and she still insisted that it was too short.so to hell with her.
as i was letting her do her 'daily routine' of checking my attire,she said to me:"im not the one who set the school rules.but i represent the school and you represent the school too because yo are wearing the school uniform,am i right?"i said "yes mrs ng,i do represent this school".she quickly shot back at me"no!you dont represent this school!you are not wearing the attire properly!".my five years of hard work going down into the drain as she showers me with shame.she reached her right hand out pulling out people she thought their attire was improper.by then,the tears in my eyes were like a whole bank full of storm water,ready to gush out when the levers were released.i started to tear as she pulled out the sec twos that she thought looked sloppy.i didnt even know them.but as my juniors at peirce secondary school,i was sad for them,cos they would never experience the true peirce i felt when i first entered.and they never will.they were being short-changed of this great secondary school experienced i gained.as i see each of them get caught,my heart sank deeper each time.thinking to myself what has become of this place that i once called home.