Confessions of a Cat-holic (103)

Many people viewed medical school as an end to a problem, a guarantee to a comfortable life, a solution and a dreamy destination where all the hard work and efforts they put in initially would bear fruitful harvests, with the self assurance that life would always be fair and just, like you would always get what you deserved, or what you thought you deserved. Medical school was almost like a nirvana, or celestial earth where you could afford any luxury items, a spacious home and full respect from people from all walks of life. But I only saw that as the beginning of adventures with many struggles, pitfalls and unknowns. It was just the start of a stressful career path where you had to deal with life and death situations every single second. And once you were in, it would be hard to get out so you could be perpetually stuck in inferno.

I was not too fond of my new school anyways. As a matter of fact, I would like to void my affiliations and connections with the school and declare myself a student of my alma mater, and my alma mater only. I did not need the brand of the new school. It was a pseudo brand anyways. I could do better than than. I didn't learn anything particularly useful for my careers but I was thankful that I was forced to take science instead of humanities in the new school. If I were to return any flavors, I guessed my HKCEE certificate would be a nice thank you gift with a big fuck you middle finger up.

I was ready to leave this school anytime, given that Jacqueline's immaturity and foolish acts had well exceeded my limits of tolerance. But my original plan was to stay until F6 or F7 and then study abroad in the states or China even. Anywhere as remotely away from HKU as possible. I had my own revenge scheme which I would not disclose to anyone, just like my heritage, my North Korean lineage, my citizenship and my true colors. They said that revenge was a dish best served cold.

It was okay if there were speculations that I was paving my way for the next Miss Hong Kong, if I was considered that attractive among my new peers. And I knew I could have dialled 999 and called up the police station to make a case about my death threat. But I was more bad ass than that. I was surrounded by egregious police officers and members of the disciplinary force in my alma mater already. I needed something more atrocious than that. Sending my rivals to prison, even if it was life sentence, or seeking redress could not quite appease the rage underneath my poker face.

Not sure if you felt me, I always smelled something fishy about my new school. I had been to their choir practices and inter-school singing competitions. They were either first runner up or champion across all choirs, be it junior choir, treble choir, senior girls, senior boys or mixed voice choirs, as well as string orchestra and wind ensemble. Maybe I was an outsider in the realm of classical music but I still had my common sense. I really thought that their so-called achievements in extra-curricular activities were nothing to feel proud about because all of their singing contests had strictly only two candidates. It was either DGS and DBS or SPCC, and no one else. I figured it was how they got to overlook the entire band 1 ecosystem like other top schools were non-existent.

The fact that Mr Henry Poon, the principal then, came from SKH Mok Sau Tseng definitely exacerbated their condescending demeanors towards other leading colleges in the band 1 circle. I was not asking for complete agreement over disputes or divergent value systems among different religious groups. All I asked for was a mutual respect on diversity and recognition that not everyone wanted to follow Jesus to the cross and be remembered for milleniums in the name of God. But Mr Henry Poon was like no others. Because he spent most of his teaching career in the lesser tier schools in New Territories, he thought that Hong Kong was either public estates blue collar workers or mid-levels professionals with nothing in between.