Moral Assembly was held on Fridays, and this evolved through our time at QC. Initially, we had the Christian ones in the Assembly Hall, and the Muslims were sent to the Gym. However, in Senior school ,the Christians were told to remain in their classes.
It was an attempt to help us 'connect better with our faiths', and to incorporate God into our education. To some people it worked, to others, not quite so.
I remember one time when we were having the moral assembly and decided to 'funkify the songs' to make them that little bit more interesting. Needless to say, that was the exact time one of our vice-principals decided to check up on our class, and we got punished.
Can you imagine, getting punished for singing songs in a modern way? Needless to say, we adhered strictly to the Moral Assembly code afterwards....did someone say boring songs?
Monday, June 28, 2010
Exam Fever
Exams! Exams! Exams!
Who created exams? Who ever thought that the best way to people was to test how much they could cram? Well, what can I say, we have exams, and they are here to stay.
Exams in QC were a different phenomenon. Over the years, not much had changed in terms of competitiveness and determination, and also the befriending of the relevant teachers. Not quite sure the extent to which the later worked, but then again, who knows?
During exam time, prep time was that little bit quieter, classes were fuller. Some people could handle the pressure, others not so well. People started to compare speed of reading. Questions like 'how much of Ababio (Ababio was the standard Biology text) - have you read?' 'Can you remember the names of the elements?', some people came up with acronyms to help, others formed the parts into songs, others crammed, and others attempted to devise the most cunning cheating method.
What can I say, the exam periods brought out both the best and the worst in people....and the worst thing after writing exams is...you guessed it...the waiting period for the results!
Who created exams? Who ever thought that the best way to people was to test how much they could cram? Well, what can I say, we have exams, and they are here to stay.
Exams in QC were a different phenomenon. Over the years, not much had changed in terms of competitiveness and determination, and also the befriending of the relevant teachers. Not quite sure the extent to which the later worked, but then again, who knows?
During exam time, prep time was that little bit quieter, classes were fuller. Some people could handle the pressure, others not so well. People started to compare speed of reading. Questions like 'how much of Ababio (Ababio was the standard Biology text) - have you read?' 'Can you remember the names of the elements?', some people came up with acronyms to help, others formed the parts into songs, others crammed, and others attempted to devise the most cunning cheating method.
What can I say, the exam periods brought out both the best and the worst in people....and the worst thing after writing exams is...you guessed it...the waiting period for the results!
Awards Night
Miss Shape!
Miss I love your Smile!
Miss Goody Two Shoes!
Miss Rump-Shaker!
Miss Catwalk!
These were just a few of the awards that were presented to people on the awards night.
The awards night was a huge event in the social calender of senior girls. They could challenge even the Oscars, perhaps not in style but in enthusiasm and excitement no doubt :)
The process was quite organised, and the selecting panel (usually the most gregarious or dare-I-say people that you just could not/would not/should not argue with) and you needed people like that, that had the gumption to decide and stick to their decisions!
Some people took the awards seriously, others took it as something that came with the territory. The night was awash with dressing up, glamour, ladies looking very classy indeed. Some made fashion faux pas, but we were 15/16. Does that really matter? Now?
There was entertainment, music, dancing, miming, the works. There were presentations, there were a few disappointed faces, but all in all, it remains a pleasant, distant, memory....
Miss I love your Smile!
Miss Goody Two Shoes!
Miss Rump-Shaker!
Miss Catwalk!
These were just a few of the awards that were presented to people on the awards night.
The awards night was a huge event in the social calender of senior girls. They could challenge even the Oscars, perhaps not in style but in enthusiasm and excitement no doubt :)
The process was quite organised, and the selecting panel (usually the most gregarious or dare-I-say people that you just could not/would not/should not argue with) and you needed people like that, that had the gumption to decide and stick to their decisions!
Some people took the awards seriously, others took it as something that came with the territory. The night was awash with dressing up, glamour, ladies looking very classy indeed. Some made fashion faux pas, but we were 15/16. Does that really matter? Now?
There was entertainment, music, dancing, miming, the works. There were presentations, there were a few disappointed faces, but all in all, it remains a pleasant, distant, memory....
Valentine's day
Circa mid-January to the first week in February, QC girls would have worked themselves up into a frenzy. Would they get val-ed or not? Should they break up with their boyfriend before val's day, just so that they do not have to spend money? Even if they got val-ed? Would their boyfriend 'represent'? Or would he be stingy?
It was usually a day tinged with great expectations, and for some, a day they did not look forward to, as they were certain they were going to roast (i.e. not get val-ed). So, someone ingeniously started the Roasto's club, where people that were going to roast contributed money so that they could buy chocolates and cakes for themselves to share. It worked brilliantly!
So back to val's day - the morning was filled with anticipation, boys, and there were many of them came in their throngs to present their gifts to their 'babes'. Those that were val-ed were happy and excited, and felt so fortunate, although I must add that the happiness was usually short-lived due to the extremely critical comments that were passed on the gifts when the recipients got back to their classes. Needless to say, much of this must have been due to envy as the gifts were inspected by fellow classmates, many of whom 'roasted'.
It was usually a day tinged with great expectations, and for some, a day they did not look forward to, as they were certain they were going to roast (i.e. not get val-ed). So, someone ingeniously started the Roasto's club, where people that were going to roast contributed money so that they could buy chocolates and cakes for themselves to share. It worked brilliantly!
So back to val's day - the morning was filled with anticipation, boys, and there were many of them came in their throngs to present their gifts to their 'babes'. Those that were val-ed were happy and excited, and felt so fortunate, although I must add that the happiness was usually short-lived due to the extremely critical comments that were passed on the gifts when the recipients got back to their classes. Needless to say, much of this must have been due to envy as the gifts were inspected by fellow classmates, many of whom 'roasted'.
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