I was resenting myself for signing up on the journey there. I knew no one, had to sit beside a stranger (that I got to knew soon) for the whole bus journey, and BTSA with annoying sec 3 kids that don't know how to shut up. My friends and I were all split up. Throughout the whole bus journey, I was constantly reminded of Perak in 2012 and how fun was it with people that I was close to, and it wasn't a chore. Now, this was a responsibility, which totally made me felt sian.
Anyhow, through the first day, I got to know the others (thank God) and it became a little more comfortable. We had an array of activities for the 2 days and it was SO TIRING. I had fun in especially caving and trekking, something that I thought I hated. I guess people do change. I'm gonna sign up for SMU extreme sports camp hahahaha.
Throughout the whole trip, I came to realise that sec 3 kids nowadays are so pampered that they expect to be taken care of wholly. As if the responsibility of their welfare lies solely on us. Whining is a good example. I can't stand whining seriously, and these kids just.can't.stop. There was this very striking experience during caving that I don't think I'll ever forget; so 4 of my students decided to not carry their day-pack but brought along a 1.5 litre water bottle. Since caving required their arms free (sorta), they conveniently passed the bottle to my friend, asking him to carry it for them for the whole trip. IKR, and because of that, his already injured knee accidentally bumped into a rock. Seeing that, I took on that BURDEN and placed it in my bag. It was so BURDEN throughout the whole trip and I was really pissed at that for not taking responsibility for what they have brought. Choice and consequences, girls. You choose to bring a bottle without a bag, you jolly well take responsibility and not assume that someone else will carry it for you. That's what I hate; them assuming that someone will be there to relieve their burden of carrying a bottle. Worse still, after a long while, I returned it to them expecting that they would be automatic, but, I ended carrying it again..
Plus, some girls can't beat an egg during outdoor cooking.
My friend and I were also discussing if high IQ meant low EQ on the bus. The class we took was a triple science class, and I felt that some of them lack self-awareness. For the benefit of doubt, this was only observed on some students. I felt them some of them (girls) were really rude to their teacher. I understand that a teacher and a student can share a good working relationship, but what I got was that the boundary was crossed. There were girls shouting at the teachers "Mr ______, COME HERE!", so on and so forth. I was so shocked!
I don't know if this is the face of the new generation, because it scares me. I hope this was only subjective to this class that I've met. I begin to recall what I was like in sec 3, which was 5 years ago. To think I always say "5 years is a generation", I am turning old. I guess I complained during my sec 3 camp, I screamed and shouted on the bus, running around trying to snatch each others' passport all that kind of shit, but I don't remember being so dependent on someone else for my activities. I don't remember being so rude, and I remember doing what I needed to do, although with slight whining. Some of the students see themselves as big as the world, and I can't help but worry if their mindset is gonna change. All in all, I self-judge, but I secretly hope I was better 5 years ago.
Nevertheless, I had a lot of fun. I had the experience of being a teacher, which includes having supper, late nights, private rooms and beds, air-con, not having to sit under the hot sun, better food etc. I don't have to sleep on hard floors or suffer the agony of bathing in dirty and cramped toilets with the rest. It was a nice adventure camp. Plus, I made some new friends! Didn't regret signing up for it even though it wasn't even my secondary school.
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