President scholar
President scholar I am not. I never will be. There are less than 100 president scholars in Singapore I believe.
I do know a president scholar back in my secondary school days.
An elder brother of a close friend of mine is a president scholar.
There's another one here in my camp, a military officer who wants to be a naval diver. And probably future Chief of Navy.
To even qualify for the course as a officer trainee, you'll have to be something special. Supreme fitness, excellent leadership ( on paper ) and of course perfect body conditions, e.g. perfect eyesight.
So here we are talking about someone of the highest calibre, a unique breed with both brains, atheletism and leadership. Almost too perfect. Like 4As, 3 S paper distinctions, excellent ECA record, 2.4 under 9min, 20 pull ups sort of guy. Pity he's selling his soul for the SAF. But then again, they pay good money to such people.
As I watch my 3rd hellweek in Naval Diving Unit as an outsider, someone waiting to ORD, I have lost all rhapsody about comparing whose hellweek has the most whackings, who shit and urinated more in their pants, how many people squeeze in a single toilet with barely no space to move, how much sleep we were given. It's for those freshies to comment.
Rumours spread like wildfire, or I should say, shit rolls around pretty fast in the unit. There aren't many things to do anyway. I heard this shit that our dear president scholar wrote a complaint to MINDEF to reprimand an instructor who ordered the trainees to bone-dry the toilet bowl. The instructor got into some serious trouble later from this precocious trainee sent by heaven.
The president scholar conducts PT for himself in the morning, does his own program and people can't touch him. Chief-of-Navy to be. Messing with their own ricebowl if they touch him.
The complains that dear president scholar lodges spoil the entire training. Hellweek is no holds barred, unorthodox and illegal in its own way but the experience is something you cannot take away from the people who have gone through it. It is something people in the unit talk and laugh about all the time for the funny, outrageous and unforgettable things we do, like putting a urine-soaked socks in our mouth or digging a hole in our very own beach and sticking our heads into it as a fastest possible time to secure ourself individually from whacking, like lifting our oars 3cm above our buddies head after 4 days without sleep, like singing nursery rhymes in our parade square, like instructed to play-act as losers or 'attention seekers' for feeling unwell after an exhuasting run.
Maybe Mr. Future Chief of Navy will get what he want, will earn his respect in his own right as his journey continues, no matter what kind of a big shot he becomes next time, I'll be watching.
How true it is to say that the rich and famous get away with anything.
I do know a president scholar back in my secondary school days.
An elder brother of a close friend of mine is a president scholar.
There's another one here in my camp, a military officer who wants to be a naval diver. And probably future Chief of Navy.
To even qualify for the course as a officer trainee, you'll have to be something special. Supreme fitness, excellent leadership ( on paper ) and of course perfect body conditions, e.g. perfect eyesight.
So here we are talking about someone of the highest calibre, a unique breed with both brains, atheletism and leadership. Almost too perfect. Like 4As, 3 S paper distinctions, excellent ECA record, 2.4 under 9min, 20 pull ups sort of guy. Pity he's selling his soul for the SAF. But then again, they pay good money to such people.
As I watch my 3rd hellweek in Naval Diving Unit as an outsider, someone waiting to ORD, I have lost all rhapsody about comparing whose hellweek has the most whackings, who shit and urinated more in their pants, how many people squeeze in a single toilet with barely no space to move, how much sleep we were given. It's for those freshies to comment.
Rumours spread like wildfire, or I should say, shit rolls around pretty fast in the unit. There aren't many things to do anyway. I heard this shit that our dear president scholar wrote a complaint to MINDEF to reprimand an instructor who ordered the trainees to bone-dry the toilet bowl. The instructor got into some serious trouble later from this precocious trainee sent by heaven.
The president scholar conducts PT for himself in the morning, does his own program and people can't touch him. Chief-of-Navy to be. Messing with their own ricebowl if they touch him.
The complains that dear president scholar lodges spoil the entire training. Hellweek is no holds barred, unorthodox and illegal in its own way but the experience is something you cannot take away from the people who have gone through it. It is something people in the unit talk and laugh about all the time for the funny, outrageous and unforgettable things we do, like putting a urine-soaked socks in our mouth or digging a hole in our very own beach and sticking our heads into it as a fastest possible time to secure ourself individually from whacking, like lifting our oars 3cm above our buddies head after 4 days without sleep, like singing nursery rhymes in our parade square, like instructed to play-act as losers or 'attention seekers' for feeling unwell after an exhuasting run.
Maybe Mr. Future Chief of Navy will get what he want, will earn his respect in his own right as his journey continues, no matter what kind of a big shot he becomes next time, I'll be watching.
How true it is to say that the rich and famous get away with anything.
posted by jingli K at 12:53 PM
2 Comments:
Pardon me, but what's "lost all rhapsody" and "bone dry"? If it's 不方便 to say here, can SMS me.
haha.hahahahaha..very true.
Makes me wonder why is it never US, it's always someone else that is perfect...
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