Rough Start or New Begining?

This is my very first blog.Sri Sentosians might know me,for that is where I was before transferring to Victoria Institution. When I was first presented with the oppoturnity, I thought that I wouldn't have to make a decision for a long time. I WAS right. However,the day for an answer did arrive, I was at a T-junction in my journey of education. In Sri Sentosa, I had a lot of friends,a stable position as a librarian,a convenient transport and a good relationship with some teachers. In Victoria Institution, I was promised better teachers,more oppoturnities,and better behaved friends.
I considered all the factors and knew this was probably my only shot into VI.Although my friends objected, I felt that going to VI after two years in Sentosa would help me appreciate VI.In sentosa,there were extremely illogical rules,relatively poor facilaties and some unpleasent teachers.So I thought "What's the worst that could happen?"
I should have spent more time thinking. As I stepped into the grounds of VI, I felt a great fear for the unknown. Did I make the right choice? I was about to find out. After registering myself, I searced for my class. It took me almost half an hour to do so. Entering my classroom, i noticed that Malays far outnumbered the Chinese. That was my first dissapointment as I don't get along as well with Malays.
For the first two days, things were fine. Everything seemed slightly chaotic during the first few days. Then I discovered "Lines". It was this torturous process in which form 5 prefects will make you stand in the sun in lines as they relax in the shade.They will start checking everyone for any ridiculous fault and address you in an even more impolite way."Boy! You! Yes you!No,you at the back!No,in front of you...!" were the things I heard.As I walked back to my class I thought "Well,they are prefects! What do you expect?" I assumed that the prefects were the only flaws in this seemingly superior school.I could not be more wrong.
During lessons I realized that most of the students were playing with their celphones. I was surprised! How could they allow students to bring, let alone use, cellphones to school? Maybe they had self control.Then I found out that some of the students got in because of their football skills. They are the ones who address you with vulgar words! "Well-behaved" friends? For a prison maybe.
I tried to bring in Chinese Ink Painting through the Chinese Society. However, the president was too busy to make a call in two weeks. Must have been something involving national security I suppose. The next way was through Art Club. If only they would akknowledge the existence on an art club!
I heard about VILABs (Victoria Institution Literature and Debate), they joined international competitions. So I joined them and convinced myself that coming to VI was defenitely the right decision. After that one competition, VILABs became somewhat passive. I have yet to make any true friends through that one session.I needed something to do, but what? I was not really good in sports, I am not a nerd either.
Just about then, it was time for me to go back to Sentosa to collect my student records. I toke the day off and walked to Sentosa. Before I even entered the school gate, I heard familiar calls of my name coming from an after school crowd. My friends were greeting me as they passed by, although I never noticed it, I missed them so much! When I visited my teachers, they were shocked to learn that I left. They kept saying things like "You had so much going for you!" or "I thought you liked it here!". I also met some of my female friends who were quite glad to see me. Yet they were upset that I left.By the way, VI is a boy school.
That night I lay on my bed with my eyes open, thinking about what was wrong with me when i decided to go to VI. I was regretting it all, but after all the trouble my father went through to get me into VI and the fact that I have submitted my PMR exam forms, I couldn't turn back! It seemed that I had made a colossal mistake!
Every day since then I couldn't concentrate during classes. I would be sulking in my class while my classmates would be enjoying themseles in the canteen. Half of the time, the teachers were not in the class. I would be worrying about everything while some boys were throwing broomsticks at the fan or flirting via their cellphones. It took me a long time to get over it.
I managed to cope because a short chat with my friend enlightened me. He told me that VI takes in good students and gives them opportunities to be better. I could not rely on my teachers alone like in Sentosa, I had to be proactive and make things happen. I am in Victoria Institution, I cannot go back. So I have to make the most of what I have. Change can be good and rewarding, or it can be bad and torturous. That is completely up to ME!