By Kai Sheng, 1AH and Edna, 1AA1
So my ELL teacher was like, “WHY is it that all of you come to class looking like you hate life! You are all so young but so cynical!”
Guilty as charged. We stole glances at each other and tried to hold back our snickers given the awkward hilarity of this truth.
When the class groupings for Project Work (PW) first came out, I remember breathing the hugest sigh of relief ever- thank goodness, I was with some of my good friends, people I had talked to before and ascertained a reasonable amount of closeness that I was determined to not let PW, otherwise known as Number 2 Friendship Destroyer- Number 1 being Monopoly in all forms- crumble.
It turns out, I underestimated the persistence of PW. Beneath my cheerful optimism lay every problem everyone who has taken PW will come to know. First came the initiation tussle, over who’s Preliminary Investigation should we use? It took us 2 entire long periods to mull over the matter until a deciding vote was cast and one member was crowned the ultimate winner. (She eventually but naturally became our group leader.) Then came the months-long process of building up the Written Report, which seemed to have endless drafts that all looked quite underwhelming, like baby chicks just hatched out of their eggs. We all took turns to procrastinate, dither, and straight-up ignore the work we had to do, as if pretending it didn’t exist would make it magically disappear and we could just get along with our lives peacefully. Unfortunately, it did not. Parts of the WR were emptier than ever, and our long suffering group leader, Jaimie, revved up her galvanizing Whatsapp messages.
Anglo Chinese Junior College, 25 Dover Close East. Its address doesn’t quite warrant it true West-sider status, and neither does its considerable distance from any shopping district worth its salt, which leaves a majority of us ACsians with traveling times upwards of 20 minutes.
20 minutes spent crammed between two strangers on the MRT and if your hands were to hang limply by your sides would become all too familiar with the contours of your neighbours’ buttocks, hands that if crossed over your chest suavely à la Song Joong-Ki in Descendants of the Sun would no doubt draw stares of disapproval from the person in front of you; hands that if simply shoved into your pockets would begin to fidget furtively before caving in and grabbing on to the nearest object they can find which is – Surprise, surprise – Your phone.
By Immanuela Asa, 2AD1
On October 10th 2017, the graduating cohort of the Class of 2017 sat through their final morning assembly. The Baccalaureate Service is held each year to mark the end of the academic year of JC2s and to send them off to the last lap of preparation for the A Levels.
Before the service started, recipients of the Principal’s Honour Roll were presented to the school. The awardees comprised the most distinguished groups of students, who have not only done well in their academic pursuits , but have represented the college and/or have contributed to the society. Besides these awardees, the AC BFFs and Enthu awards were also given to peer-nominated awardees, who have displayed care and concern to their peers.
The Use Your Hands project is a cleaning initiative initiated by 1SA1 and was carried out on the second day of AC Games. So, on 12 October, all J1s classes were allocated to different venues in schools (lecture theatres, classrooms, canteen, void deck…etc) to use their hands!!
How did this come about?
AC Games , an annual affair in ACJC, is organised with the purpose of letting J1s relax and celebrate after many gruelling weeks of preparing and then, sitting for the promotional examinations. This year, it was meticulously planned out and successfully executed by the 42nd Students’ Council.
Day One of AC Games saw classes competing in games such as ultimate frisbee, tug-of-war and floorball.
You’ve heard of maniAC. You’ve heard of the Arts Council. But have you heard of Non-Sequitur?
Non-Sequitur, affectionately known as Non-Seq, is a biannual, largely student-run creative arts publication. Once known as a CCA called the Creative Writing Circle, Non-Sequitur is now a sub-group under the Arts Council.
For its second and last edition of 2017, Non-Seq will be publishing the Baccalaureate Edition, straight from the weathered hearts, minds and souls of Class of 2017’s artists and poets. Stay tuned to the next few posts to get a glimpse of their minds. Alternatively, click here to download the full PDF copy of the magazine.
Maybe you’ll find solace, maybe you’ll find discontentment, but it is definitely not an edition your heart would wanna miss.
Non-Sequitur, Baccalaureate Edition, 2017. Click here to download the PDF.
ACJC /ˈæŋɡləʊ ˌtʃaɪˈniːz ˈdʒuːniə(r) ˈkɒlɪdʒ/ (school):
Equivalent to an institution that will give you the same feelings you get while you’re on a rollercoaster ride. Excitement, anxiety, uncertainty, thrill. You start kicking your legs in the air as the platform descends, clenching your safety straps. You take a deep breath… “Ready to launch…”
The ride slowly takes off and you feel the incline, the rigour of academics. All of a sudden, you feel a sudden drop, the part where you let out all of the pent-up anxiety you had previously. All the unexpected twists, turns and loops represent the obstacles you faced and challenges that occurred. Everything is a blur and you could hardly handle the slapping motion of the wind against your face.
Non-Sequitur, Baccalaureate Edition, 2017.
Makjang ~ In terms of Korean Dramas, it is equivalent to an American soap opera. It is defined as any fantasy, unreal drama shown on basic cable daytime hour television. Full of unreal situations where, everyone is related to everyone else. So unreal that no one ever goes to the bathroom or food shopping and there is always fresh ice on trays with alcohol in every room. The Plot involves extreme, absurd, or outrageous instances of life (cases that make you go, hmm, what’s the likelihood of that happening in an average person’s lifetime)
When I first enrolled into this school, I didn’t give it much thought. Being an “AC boy” for the entirety of my education made it a no brainer to put ACJC as my first pick. When I received the notification that I’ve succeeded in entering, little did I know that the tv series for my very own “Makjang” had just started. Like how the plot of a drama takes time to build, orientation passed in a flash. I made new “friends”, met so many different “people” and I felt that life was the best it could have been than ever before. Not really. Looking back, I find it hilarious how naïve and gullible I was because it took me an exceedingly long time to figure out that some friends were not actual friends. It is like how the main characters in a horror movie knew that they were going to explore a desolated and dilapidated house in the middle of nowhere in an eerie and thick forest rumoured to be the mass graves of prisoners of war that were brutally tortured and slaughtered but still decided to go ahead and explore the house anyways because they somehow “did not know” it was haunted. And like a typical horror movie, you don’t need to be a genius to know that they also soon joined their counterparts six-feet underground. If only I could read the signs of “passive-aggressiveness” and “Fake-ness” earlier, I wouldn’t have suffered such extensive “withdrawal symptoms”. After I realised such a fact, I generally felt really lost. I would like to think that my reaction was reasonable given the fact that I came from a “relatively pure” secondary school where all the friendships I made were rather genuine; Where no one talked behind your back or were passive-aggressive. Yet, I still find it silly it took me such a long time to realise this fact.