Time for some reflection.
At the time when I join the club, it was still known as ICT Club. ICT stands for Info-Communication Technology, the old name of School of Media & Info-Communication Technology.
Since the release of O level result, I was quite certain that my life in Singapore Polytechnic (SP) would be a stright forward one. I want to learn new skills, know more professional jargons and get myself a diploma, a bioinformatics major will be a bonus.
I didn’t wanted to join any clubs, or at that time I used to call it “Kid’s clubs”. My impression of such club was that, people there blindly wants fun, have kid’s mentality and have no great plans in life. A worse definition will be, a club where the jokes gather, make fun of themselves, and one another.
At that time, when I was still , if I were to ask myself what CCA would I take up, it will be the Students’ Union. Students’ Union did sounds like some powerful organization, with That was unlike in secondary schools and colleges were Student Prefects and Student Council acting as school managements’ spy in the name of “Student Leaders”. This impression maintained until when I step into SP enrollment.
I walked into the recruitment corridors* and saw people Prefect-like guides trying to ‘control’ the crowd, and they wear the Students’ Union shirt. What the hell? I have no idea what is Students’ Union people gonna do with the enrollment work, which is suppose to be an admission side job. This disappointment went so far that I draw a quick conclusion, not to join them, their camps and activity.
Actually, that day afternoon, I have to work. The seems endless propaganda rooms ahead of me was really getting on my nerves. I only remember going into the first room, listened to some wispering regarding camps. I have to pay 10 dollars. Yes, I only remembered they said it was my own school’s camp. Actually, I thought they were just student helpers maning the schools’ camp booth. Was it compulsory? I found out only later it was not actually.
The next room offers somewhat the ’same’ camp, I got turned off. Students’ Union organising camps just like any other clubs? What on earth is going on with SP? My previous thoughts came back into my mind. Complicated by the fact the camp date was approaching and that I might still have to work. I left the room without joining.
Having collected my packages, I am prepared to leave, by all means. One funny thing is that, I nearly joined the Sports Camp. The way the Sports club publise it was like, its like a chalet. When ask to join, I kept quiet. They assume I didn’t wanted to join and told me to exit by the front door. A bad assumption, I left. The is another room, yet another ahead. There are chairs and table blocking, but the people suppose to sit there were no where to be found. I didn’t enter either of the room. A bit sad.
When I got home, I try to dig out all the spam brouchures that were given to me, wondering when is my school camp’s date. I lost the ICT brochure. Then, its maintained that either they call me soon, or I’ll have the excuse to not go.
Actually, I was hoping no one will call me… [TBC]
* - Recruitment rooms setup by various SPSU constituent clubs located in a corridor.
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[...] [Part I, Part II, Continued] One evening, I received a phone call from someone from ICT Club. I did not use a mobile phone then, so it should be a phone-call to my house. I was not sure who he was, though he sounded Chinese. “So you’re coming for the camp?” he said. After a short pause, I replied “Err… yes?”. “Please come for the [camp] briefing on the …” He sounded like he had been making similar calls like that earlier on, and had few more to go. Not wanting to waste too much of his time, I confirmed “Okay.” “Its where you came for enrollment.” And he continued “Have you paid?” “Yes. Yes.” I replied quickly. Then he closed by saying “Okay, see you in the camp!” “Bye” I put down the phone. [...]
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