Thursday, October 20, 2005
so, how exactly should 'creative thinking' be taught? i absolutely can't comprehend the idea of confining 'creative thinking' within the four walls of a classroom. isn't that an irony in itself? as shuowen wisely pointed out, isn't asking us to think extemporaneously - and hence, creatively - actually forcing us to conform to the whole idea of spontaneity? wouldn't that, then, be a compliance and not something unorthodox? of course, how can 'analytical skills' be acquired when whatever we are taught becomes illogical as we progress? shouldn't analysis be logical to begin with? turning back to the junior college mathematics syllabus, how can we learn about imaginary numbers when everyone's imagination differs?
i guess my first 'creative thinking' lesson did not instil in me the ability to think out of the box. rather, i learned to induce my little mass of grey matter to educe more questions.
when i finally start my education overseas (only God knows when that'll be), will i be typing blog entries, showing my friends in singapore the different perspectives of living in a big western city? or will i splash my blog with pictures of landmarks some people can only dream about laying their eyes upon (read: show off)? will i even have time to update, sending my love and letting people know how i am doing eventhough i am many miles away? i was reading blogs of singaporeans studying in england. their lives are currently quite difficult, as they attempt to fit in and get accustomed to the whole mugging life again. it is really interesting to read such entries. i guess, in a way, i am preparing myself for that phrase of my life to commence.
i know i should be blessed for what i have right now, and i am, because it was God who took me and mould me into who i am currently. it is God who plans my life, inserting possible hurdles and obstacles to help me learn and sometimes green pastures to enable me to savour delirium. but, being a sinful human, there are things that happened in my life which i desire so badly to erase. the one that tops my list would be my time in secondary school. nope, it was nothing near a bed of roses. it entails regret, hurt and shame. i have to admit that i wasn't exceptionally bright enough to deserve the kind of honour that comes along with an impressive piece of psle certificate. then again, why - yes, insatiable humans cannot stop questioning, can they? - must i be a - prevalently, i am told - 'late bloomer'?
imagine this: should i get into a prestigious university, my fellow campus mates would hail from rgs, ri, nygh, tchs and the like. and yours truly had her secondary education in some school unworthy to be mentioned (you can say i am such an ungrateful/immature creature for all i care). my ex-maths tutor once told me that it's a pity i am not an alumni of some prestigious school. right, while i am glad to be told that i am
smart not stupid, i still am unable to
boast fit into an educational institution filled with people from top schools. it's an unfortunate nature of human to desire prestige. i would shy away from them, and suffer from an impossibly bad inferiority complex.
on the other hand, i am fully aware that i should be proud to be able to do well despite not being from a top secondary school. in the end, my results were unexpectedly delightful, weren't they? nonetheless, being a - let's not hide the inner truth - person who is materialistic and realistic, like any other singaporean would be, the emotions that come with feeling inferior exceeds those that come with the supposed pride. i continue to dwell in my sorrows and regret. sometimes, this type of emotions engulf me so much that i wonder if i should have, in the first place, applied to those british universities. am i worthy of a place there? will i be able to fit in? these questions perpetually hover above my head. what a troublesome worry!!
after being all intellectual and thought-provoking...
holy ballooney!! there's this silly rumour going round, started by my doltish tweenie, about me harbouring a crush on my business law professor. first of all, to set the record straight, i am NOT interested in him. secondly, he is MARRIED and, according to vincent, a nice family man!! thirdly, i don't deny he is cute (read: adorable, not handsome) because he is chubby!! last but not least, he is just so extremely smart, as he is a walking statute and jill poole book. (: andrew phang is an arse for writing that peevish textbook, by the way. YAY!! to end this off, I DON'T HAVE A CRUSH ON PROF CHAN!! i like boys MY AGE or SLIGHTY older, thankyouverymuch!! (X gooodddyyynneesss!! i wonder how kl is doing in lse...
mitch, wanshan and i were blardy furious by the fact that we couldn't get tickets to 'the 40-year-old virgin' on wednesday night. come on, it was ladies' night!! those people should go clubbing, and not warm up the cinema seats!! get up and groove to the beat, people!! ): aww...the disappointment wasn't too much to take though. we quickly got ourselves out of that mode, and into 'chill' mode. mccafe at lido rawks!! it was so cool to engage in intellectual topics, ranging from family, friends and relationships to the future. ahh, i looovvveee my girlfriends!!
steph-esque writing. this is so much fun, writing bimbotically. hurhur. now i understand why mandy writes this way.
&
hush pretty pink lady ;
at 11:33 pm
