Monthly Archives: August 2011
The recent week recorded a nice tally of House Party on Wednesday and Spiritual Grace Presbyterian’s Music Ministry Concert on Sat, while the rest of this week will add to that 1 wedding gig and (accompanying) HOS’s performance at Bartley.
Among the achievements unlocked included giving my 1st performance in a string trio, 1st performance with Mr Lim (Soon Lee) and Natasha (Liu) (P.S. they are awesome), my 1st bouquet (received) and 1st autograph (given). And probably my 1st performance that my niece (unborn) has attended. Whee.
As things are going, school is a major bummer, although I wonder why it is never the other miscellaneous things that are the bummer for schoolwork. Project meetings have started, as have tutorials and practicals. However due to predicted readership annoyance I shall end this portion of the post.
Work on the Five-O transcription has stalled thus far.
7 Sins Cycle has begun, and comments are desperately needed and welcome as my writing skill is barely out of its proverbial shell. Plot outlines for Wrath and Greed are sort of forming in my head.
That’s about it for now. Welcome Tea starts in an hour and the CFA is throbbing and throning with dancer-auditioners.
Uploaded the draft of the first of a cycle of short stories based on the seven sins – Pride.
More updates on real life to come, probably on Wednesday during the 8 hour or so break.
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then is pain in the mind of the perceiver, but no amount nor degree of perception can definitively tell one that this which does not kill you will make you stronger, or that the pain is a signal of something worse than what is expected.
Simply summarised, that which hurts may be useful and deleterious, sometimes at the same time. Conversely, painless afflictions occur, with terminal stages manifesting pain, but only too late. Take for example pulmonary barotrauma (discussed in Pathology last afternoon), in which the lungs expand when a diver ascends too fast, during which little or no pain is felt until the lungs actually burst. A scenario that is truly terrifying despite being a load of hot (decompressing) air.
Yet most of the pain we feel today is positive pain – at least, we seek positive pain as we do pleasure. The pain of the death of a favourite character in a drama series, the pain felt after working out or training for several hours, the politically incorrect pain that deviants seek (and do not deny that they do it) for the sake of pleasure. As I write this, my body aches from the muscle ache from squatting after having less than 6 hours of sleep the previous day, and from a sore, post-chiropracty neck, yet I feel good about both sources of pain because I know and believe the process will make me stronger (and healthier I suppose).
Having just read this, I am also reminded of the pain of “failure”, as subjective as it may be when the post is taken into perspective.
However, amongst the pain we seek and thrive on in knowledge that we will be better for it, there is one that this writer is grappling with, which started with a simple question 2 days ago:
“Why do you go to orchestra?”
It was an honest comment directed at me from one senior to me, of whom I felt I could read moderately well, and that belief made the question strike raw. She had offered her story, prior to her imminent departure to the States to further her studies in music, another one of the recent examples I can name who decided to do a second (Bachelor’s) degree in music and which seems like a trend that is reflecting on our society (but I digress). Her point was that (if I interpreted correctly) that she goes to orchestra because she feels a need to, compelled to, and according to her without this orchestral experience she would not have made the decision to pursue this second degree. To me, it was the music that was her driving force (after all she said she felt uneasy if she missed rehearsals, something I’ve yet to feel =p).
My pain (fortunately) did not come from any rehearsal-related aspects, but from my honest, almost unnoticeable lack of an answer. For a long time I have played in ensembles and orchestras, since I was in primary school (in both string and guzheng ensembles) till today where I lead sections (usually because of lack of manpower).
I didn’t have a reply.
So I went, “uhh.. hmm. Everything I guess”.
Never had I guessed wilder outside an examination hall.
Long had I assumed that such a no-brainer could stump me, but looking back, I realised I did many things for the sake of perceived, contrived responsibility.
“If I don’t go today there will be X violas.”
“I missed so many rehearsals already so I should go.”
“I’m leading this.”
“We’re playing _____. ****.”
So indeed what was I playing for? Why did I go for orchestra? That pain that I felt did not even sting, but was literally of the cliched “emptiness” or “hollow feeling” one feels when looking down at (or imagining) a bottomless chasm. I had no antidote for that, nor did I know that the feeling would pass I would be stronger for it. This may be the elusive (for my age) “mid-life crisis”, familiar to some but not to me, and this pain offered nothing. Despair maybe, but nothing more.
As with most injuries, I take solace in the belief that, usually, structurally stronger scars form upon healing, yet this remains an open wound as of this time. However I have no confirmation that I will even be the wiser upon finding my answer, that this pain may be worthless (do you ever get that feeling that all that you do may just not be worth it).
Is there a better strategy to pain than the tried-and-tested triumvirate of Avoidance, Perserverance and Relishing?
Dear Mr Heng,
I am a Secondary Four student at Nan Chiau High School, and am due to take my O Levels this year. Being shown first-hand what the education system is like, especially from a fairly unflattering point of view, has made me realise much about the education system that I do not like. Of course, I am fully aware that no education system is perfect, yet in the spirit of transformation the PAP has hopefully adopted since the 2011 General Elections, I write this letter to you in the hope that some of these problems with our system will indeed be changed, or if not, at least reviewed.
I speak just for myself, and not for all other graduating students in Singapore when I say this, but I do feel strongly about many methods being employed in secondary schools, especially for graduating classes. For one, I have come to realise the serious emphasis the education system has placed on factual memorisation. Perhaps it is just used in my school, or maybe even a method most autonomous or government schools apply, but based on personal observation, I have come to the conclusion that students are often not taught to ask ‘Why?’
Children are curious and inquisitive, asking their parents questions many parents themselves are not able to answer. As a parent yourself, I believe you can testify to this. Too often, I have heard toddler cousins asking their parents why the grass on my front lawn is green, and how their baby sister was created, or why fruit punch is reddish-pink. I therefore strongly believe that the education system is indeed stifling to a child’s inquisitive and curious mind.
Albert Einstein once said: “The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity.” Yet, what is it we are doing to our students today? We are training them not to question, Mr Heng.
I once had to do a Chemistry paper in which I was asked ‘Why?’ for many things, such as ‘Why is carbon a non-metal?’
Perhaps it is just my school’s teaching methods, but for the life of me, I was never once taught why carbon was a non-metal. Since I started with Chemistry in Secondary Three, I learnt that the staircase line divided the Periodic Table into metals and non-metals, and that metals and metals took part in metallic bonding.
That, I believe, is one of the key flaws in the education system. This is a flaw that is not only serious, but also has wide-reaching effects. The most common definition of education is the one provided by the Cambridge dictionary, which states that education is ‘the process of teaching or learning in a school or college, or the knowledge that you get from this’, but I prefer the one found in the students’ favourite dictionary. Education itself, as defined by Dictionary.com, is ‘the act or process of imparting or acquiring general knowledge, developing the powers of reasoning and judgment, and generally of preparing oneself or others intellectually for mature life.”
The beauty of education is to ask ‘Why?’ and have those questions answered. To be aware of knowledge one never knew about. To constantly discover new insights and new things every day, to answer questions lurking in our minds. But far too often, we are taught not to ask why, to just memorise. To get an A1, all we have to do is memorise our textbooks inside out and upside down, and be able to regurgitate them on the very day, tweaking them minimally to answer the questions asked. In the pursuit for grades, I believe we have lost the beauty of education: The ability to ask ‘Why?’
Maybe I’m still a teenager. Still sixteen, still not quite mature in my thinking processes and ways of speech. Maybe I don’t know exactly what type of education system I want, but I know one thing: I want a system where I’m not a product on a factory line, but a real human with an inquisitive mind, always taught to ask and wonder. Memorizing is indeed the fastest way out. Fastest way to good grades, the fastest way out of poverty, the fastest way to a good job and a good salary and a good life. The fastest way to a First World Country. But is it really the best way to educate?
Minister, the purpose of education is to ‘prepare oneself or others intellectually for mature life’. Singapore is a First World Country with developing quartenary industries and a high Human Development Index. It has a stable economy, a thriving political landscape and top-notch healthcare systems. No longer can we adopt the same methods it took us to get here. Instead, what the country needs is more thinkers, more creators. People who dare to ask ‘Why?’ and ‘Why not?’. People who are not slaves to change, but create the change. How do we train the leaders of the nation, if many of our brightest young minds are not bright because they can think, but are bright simply because they know how to maneuver their way around school exams and the education system? It is no surprise then, that many of our local policies are all recycled from those of other countries. They lack imagination and creativity, because it is my deep-set belief that other than curiosity, those are the other things the local education system kills.
My friends are constantly telling me that Singapore has no talent. They are constantly swooning over foreign celebrities, actors and actresses, but in comparison, the support and fanbase for our own local talents are negligible, save for a few. I do not believe that Singaporeans lack talent. In fact, I truly believe Singaporeans are a talented bunch. Art, music, dance, you name it, I can name someone who’s good at it. So what is the problem here, you may ask. The problem is that Singaporean youths are often not taught as individuals with separate talents, but as a collective who are all the same. Often, we suppress our own natural talents for what the education system wants. I have had so many Chemistry and Biology answers marked completely wrong just because I used my own words to express the same idea. ‘Cambridge wants this, so we will give them this’ appears to be the mindset of most of the teachers, who throw us model answers to be memorised. We cannot change the markers at the University of Cambridge, but I am sure you would agree with me that this is not the way to educate youths. Many times, in English, I have been told to follow a certain structure and certain format for even free writing tests. Youths are brimming with creativity and fresh ideas, but we lack that same outlet to express them. Why do you think social networking is such a crazy trend? Social networking gives students a voice that the education system never gave them.
How do we cultivate talent in this manner, by not giving youths a voice? By memorizing tons and tons of model answers and essays to be submitted? In this way, the education system is sending a message to Singaporean youths that it is not wrong to have a voice, but it is wrong to use this voice in the system of education. What it does not realise is that it is the education system that is supposed to give Singaporean students their voice! By educating students, we are giving them the ability and knowledge to speak their minds, yet take this privilege from them away all at the same time.
Is this really what education is? Stifling voices in favour of appeasing examiners, memorizing facts to get that A1, yet all of these are forgotten by the time we start work?
Call me naive, because I am still young, but I believe an education is not about imparting facts and figures and making students digest it all. It’s about shaping a mindset. Creating a person. Nurturing what God gave each one of us. I fear that in the pursuit for the Singaporean Dream, we have lost the initial purpose of education: to create a person, who is opinionated and articulate and creative and imaginative. Who is not afraid to think out of the box and come up with new ideas and policies.
We may be a First World Country, but if our education system still holds the belief that we are in a Second or Third World Country, and need to furiously cram facts in our head to get out of the cycle of poverty fast, then we will never truly raise First World leaders. Leaders who can think about the solution to an exact problem, and not recite whatever they learnt in their political science or economics courses in university.
Another gaping flaw in the education system is the premise of character development. From the way it is taught in schools, it often feels like schools are introducing character development just purely for the sake of it, and not for inculcating values important to working life.
Mr Heng, we are taught Civics and Moral Education from a FILE, and from TEXTBOOKS. We are given CME EXAMS. Surely you would agree this is not the way to go about teaching values? Values cannot be taught, so the education system tries to force it down our throats by teaching us morally-correct behaviour.
Since Social Studies in primary school, we have been fed the system’s easy way out. Instead of actually having values instilled into us, we are taught to give morally-correct answers. We are taught to help old ladies cross roads when they look like they need assistance. Though the last sentence may be a bit of an exaggeration, one cannot deny that it is true. Character is not the knowledge that we should help the old lady cross the road, but the actual act of helping her do it.
The sad but true reality is that most teenagers know that the old lady needs assistance, but would rather continue checking Facebook statuses and giving Twitter updates on their smartphones rather than going over and helping the poor soul.
Granted, who am I to make a generalisation and say that all teenagers are this way? I know that there are teenagers and youths out there who are truly compassionate, who would truly go out of their way to help, but I have no arguments in my bag of tricks to argue for the stand that this behaviour is taught by Civics and Moral Education lessons in schools. Rather, more often than not, it is good parenting that leads a child to do so, not CME lessons.
Teachers often ‘eat up’ our CME lessons to have their own lessons, for one. Though this may not be a commonplace occurence, it happens extremely often for graduating classes when teachers are rushing to finish up the syllabus. Again, the system sends out another message: As long as you can get all A1s for your O levels, your character does not matter.
I am sure this is not the intended message, but it is certainly what most of us are hearing. The common mentality is ‘So what if you have a good character? You’re failing most of your subjects.”
I find this rather peculiar, because I for one have always found that with a strong character, good grades come naturally afterwards. With self-discipline and self-motivation, a student can certainly get good grades. Thus, character development should in fact be more important than academic education, because after all, an education is not about pure academics. Instilling values in a child is certainly an important part of preparing them for maturity, for maturity does not come with grades, but with wisdom and growth no amount of midnight-oil-burning can develop.
As a Secondary Four student, I experience first-hand the ugliness of the flaws the education system has. In fact, I spent one hour and forty-five minutes writing you this letter. Though I am not sure if you will ever get to read it ever in this lifetime, but this is something that I believe in. I believe in being the change I want to see in the world, or at least in my environment, as cliched as that sounds. Every one else will tell me that this is a waste of time, because I have Preliminary examinations next week and I could have been studying instead of typing this long Facebook note out.
This is the type of education system the Ministry of Education’s policies have cultivated. A system where fighting for things one believes in are seen as a ‘waste of time’, where reading anything non-school-related is seen as yet another waste of time. Is this the type of education a First World Country should have, one where students’ thoughts and abilities to express themselves are confined within the front and back cover of their textbooks, where it is better to be passive and just study hard under the system than fight to change it and waste one’s time, where having your own thoughts is a liability.
Have we lost the true meaning of education somewhere in the paper chase, buried under all the degrees and diplomas and paychecks? Or were we lost all along as to what education truly means?
I have not given up hope that there is still space for change. I have not submitted myself to accepting that ‘this is the Singapore system and I cannot do anything about it’. I am fighting for the changes I want to see in the best way that I can, because I believe that someday, my children will be educated in such a way that they are taught to never stop asking, and to always care about the people around them. I believe that you have the power to make these changes happen, and if not, at least a thorough review of the policies made by your predecessors.
Thank you very much for your time.
Ever remembered the first time you rode a bike? The first time you saw an eclipse? tied your shoelaces? smelt a chilli blossom? ate a chilli? Breathed the air on a hilltop that you’ve never been to? Scaled the hill years later before reaching the summit yet again? Taking an airplane and seeing a circular rainbow for yourself? Taking a hot air balloon and realising that it’s much more fun seeing pollen flying everywhere and sneezing than getting allergic to the recycled air in an aeroplane cabin?
Perhaps the first time you saw something much older than yourself like an antique car, a thousand year old tree, million year old rock formation, or stared intently into the heavens or the telescope eyepiece that contained a sliver of it into billions of years of history?
Or the first time you remember stepping on a snail? (I salted one once) Felt an earthquake? Heard a gunshot? Believing that someone is coming or out to get you? Knowing that however perfect your plan is something is about the screw it all up? Realising that you are forgetting about that someone or some-many who are suffering while you are out enjoying yourself? Feeling a surge of insidious gratification when doing something commonly agreed as evil? Doing something charitable and second-guessing yourself (for the first time) as to from where your altruism stemmed?
“For a first post at this new site clearly I’ve moved away from the surreptitious tone that my personal blog elsewhere adopted. Perhaps surreptitious isn’t the word – subdued and near-unreadable is probably a better description of it. Following this will hopefully be a slew of literary (as opposed to mundane), scientific and political ramblings and attempt at a different, publicly-viewable voice of mine. Enjoy.”
Sometimes, once is never enough. Sometimes, once is one too many. Sometimes it’s both – the former during the former part of a buffet lunch, and the latter respectively. At least that is what you tell yourself before coming back the next time. Sometimes, advice on the former is utter rubbish, although most fair warnings fail to address the fallibility of the latter such as taking failure and pain in one’s stride (where prudent, of course).
However, differ as firsts may, as with most things first, the first is usually memorable. “The first time”, we like to call it – the first kiss, first lovemaking, first child, first blood even, much reference to life do these terms connote as well. Hopefully this breathes some first semblances of life into this blog and my first public foray into writing for a wider viewership.