
Pic: Math HL exercises, 1st Sem
The first few weeks in class would probably show you who are the extremes in the class. On one end are the slackers. On another are the "kiasu"s. Then there are those in the middle. Or those who pretend to be in the middle, but are actually extremes themselves. As far as I remember, almost everyone in Semester I practically aimed for 45/45 IB points. It's a passport to university after all. So why not score full points, just like the straight A's in SPM? Is there anything to lose?
The later days revealed to me that there are things to lose by being too preoccupied with perfect Forty-Five. Otherwise, slackers wouldn't exist, and classes would be super-dull.
As shown in the image above, IB Mathematics HL demanded quite a
Pic: Writing up a Lab Report, 1am, 1st Sem
But the academic load in Sem I is not too unbearable. In fact, it's the l

It was also in 1st Sem that most people started their hospital attachments. Seriously, if it were not for the compulsory documentation - the CAS reports - I think those visits would never give their full impact on us (or me for that matter).
Pic: Poster Presentation (Career Fair), 1st Sem
In a way, the rigidity of the 1st KMB Semester gives it its glory status, because that's when our hours are put into full use. One of my friends mentioned, "Sem 1 takde DotA, takde Anime. Bolehla bace Campbell malam-malam..." But not everyone thinks that way. Rigidity equals a robotic life, which is effectively no life at all. And in my opinion, supporters of either side of the argument are marked by a streak of internal conflict. It is, perhaps, a continuous challenge to strike the balance between being too carefree and too rigid, in the pursuit of happiness (in a rather unhappy place like KMB).
P/S: It was also in Sem 1 that I sent the first senior (super-senior, actually) in KLIA. He was my schoolmate back in La Salle, and now (then) headed for Queen Mary, Uni of London. Talking about selecting Uni's, it was only one month before he flew that he told me something that made me dumbstruck: "Which Uni? Just ask mommy. Mothers know best."
More:
KMB Glory Days Part II
KMB Glory Days Part III
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