From Wakaaranga Primary, I enrolled into Farm Cove Intermediate because it was close to my home. In fact, Farm Cove Intermediate (also known as F.C.I.) was just across the school playing field from Wakaaranga. As my friends were in the same 'area' as I was, we were especially close. I also made new friends, mostly a year older than me (In F.C.I. jargon, Area is defined as 'a group of classes').
A new beginning means new involvements. I was (tragically) one of the 'chosen people' to be a part of the School Magazine in both Form One and Two. The reason the whole thing was tragic was because they wanted perfection, but they never got it. Honestly speaking, the magazine brought back very disturbing memories, especially when I saw some oh-so-lame work done. (they were lame when I saw them first-hand, they are STILL lame when I see them now) Shouldn't they be striving for achievement? But, one point to note, there was an article or two that were very cleverly written.
Thinking that 'there'd be more opportunities at intermediate school' was down-right wrong. As most people who know me know, I am into basketball. My origins of playing basketball started here. At lunchtimes, my friends and I used to go to the basketball court and watch some splendid games played by the guys, and at the odd time, some Taiwanese girls would ask us if we'd like to join their game. We did. In the end I brewed up a passion for basketball too.
I loathed my intermediate school life, but I can't say I didn't enjoy a moment of it. There were some brilliant moments I'd never forget: Making some very good friends (most I'm still in touch with), playing basketball (hey, I played basketball for my high school once!), being a P.E. Shed monitor and getting the chance to play around with new equipment and practical cooking lessons, where I loved stuffing soap suds inside a guy's shirt (no dirty minds).
