Weiyan has talent, he really does. This is made by him 100%



*Applause*

Towards the end its just blank, so you can just stop it then.

After a good night’s sleep you wake up at 10am, take your time brushing your teeth, washing your face and having a proper breakfast. Then calmly -there’s no rush- you take a cab, or whatever mode of transport to arrive at school. You step out of the car eagerly awaiting another day of knowledge absorbing and look up to the gold name embossed on the high-tech modern looking building “Warren’s School for the Competent”

My school, the school which will be run by me will be nothing, nothing, like that of the common school you see today. My school will have one main difference: it will make learning fun, and may I stress here that I say “learn”, very much different from the commonly practiced, exam orientated, memorize and regurgitate system. The system that I will implement will focus on the student being able to absorb knowledge and most importantly knowing how to apply it –not just in theory, but in practical as well. Its education system will often be observed by highly-paid professionals in the field of education from all around the world. Hence, every year the system will be revised -doing away with the outdated and inadequate, and introducing newer more effective techniques. Thus, my school’s reputation for producing the elite of the country (or world) will forever be assured.

However my school’s unique education system will not be its only attraction. Besides boasting the best students, my school will also boast the best facilities. It will be fully-equipped with a gymnasium, Olympic sized swimming pool, squash courts, basketball courts, futsal fields, golf simulation bays, a 12-lane bowling alley and a field fully equipped with the proper athletic equipment, groomed daily by a team of gardeners. Sports facilities are only half of it though, I believe in making my school a haven for my students so that they love their school and view school as a joy rather than a chore, therefore increasing their love towards education. Non-sport facilities will be such as a cybercafés, an IMAX theatre, paintball fields and so forth, all for the comfort of my students.

With such facilities put at the feet of adolescents, would there not be chaos? What about vandalism? Misconduct? Misuse? Misbehaviour? Do NOT think that for a second that I will let my students run wild. My school will work on a strict disciplinary system based on respect – I respect them, they respect me. When asked about a night-time curfew on teenagers, Justice Barbara of the California Justice Department replied “What is this idea that you can curb crime by making all teenagers criminals? It is easier for a teenager to picture himself as being a criminal when he is first discriminated as one. They will be what you want them to be.” By treating teenagers as teenagers and trusting them with respect, responsibility and accountability they will naturally behave with such qualities. Of course I am aware this is a utopian idea. So if they do not behave, simply, they are expelled.

One would think that a school such as this would definitely cost one a tonne of money, being only open to the aristocracy, the high-class snobs, and the national royalty. No. My school will not be a snob house. I will not bite the bait of a blank cheque waved in front of me. My school will be free, but all the students in this school will be handpicked by my Board of Advisors and the final decision will be made by me. And the basis in which I choose my students will not be according solely on their academic results -I do not care if they manage to achieve umpteen ‘A’s in a public examination for that simply proves they are capable of studying. What I look for will go beyond examination results; I will look into the student’s character and their co curricular achievements. Furthermore, to assure only those who deem worthy are chosen, each student is given a “probation” period upon entering the school, meaning that for the first few months they will be under close surveillance.

Learning, should be fun. Learning, should be exciting. Learning, should be enjoyed. Warren’s School for the Competent will be a school which makes students want to learn instead of boring (whichever meaning you see fit) the brains of students out of their skulls. Warren’s School for the Competent would be my ideal school.

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This is an essay i wrote for the firt term english exam this year, the post here is pretty much the same as the original accept that i have made some edits and alterations to it here and there. The topic was:

"It was the chance of a lifetime..."
Write an essay that starts with the phrase above.





It was the chance of a lifetime, but it all went WRONG.

Intro

“The Knowledge” is information regarding the secrets of the universe believed to have been passed down from God to Moses together with the 10 commandments.

“The Order” is a millennium old secret organization, being the guardians of “The Knowledge” ever since the time it was first passed on to Moses.

1

50 years ago, before Coy’s reputation for devious plots and schemes became infamous, Coy was a member of the Order.

When he first joined, he thought the Order was a foundation of Good, representing everything and anything that was against Evil. However, in truth, the Order was nothing but Evil itself, throughout the millennia they had hidden the Knowledge. The Knowledge was information handed by God to man, information intended for the world. Alas, the Order was selfish, keeping the Knowledge to themselves. With Knowledge they had power, looking over man scurry around like little ants, knowing that as they pleased they could summon their power to manipulate any situation to their favour.

They looked over the world with the detachment of Gods.

The Knowledge is mankind’s most protected secret. A power, so awesome that only senior members of the Order are allowed access to it. Even so, the Order’s access is limited. It is believed that if a mortal is to view the Knowledge all at once he would consequently become omnipotent, being able to see into the future, manipulate matter, control time… Hence, each senior member is allowed only one or several extracts of the Knowledge, each extract allowing them a special skill.

Coy, smart as he was saw through the Order’s façade, upping his ranks, he quickly moved through the Order’s hierarchy. And at last, after a decade of loyal unfaltering service to the Order, his dedication paid off.

When the Knowledge was placed right before him, Coy executed his plan. His plan was fool-proof, he had planned carefully, day by day since his understanding of the Order. He had looked into the most intricate of details, putting every action into the precision of milliseconds. However, the one variable Coy didn’t take into account was betrayal.

The only other person Coy had entrusted knowledge of his ulterior motive to had betrayed him, swayed by the Order’s promises of higher power.

Nonetheless, Coy escaped the clutches or the Order with his own extract –

The Extract of Immortality.

2

Standing on the rocky plateau, Coy scanned the desolate desert below him through his XJ9-HawkVision binoculars. The desert was unforgiving, the sun stroke Coy’s back with intense fury. To the occasional passerby, this desert was just any other desert, desolate, devoid of life, The Land Mother Nature Forgot. However, Coy knew otherwise, he knew that deep below this seemingly abandoned terrain was the world’s most high-tech gadgets and weaponry. But no ordinary weapons, the institute below them focused on the paranormal, the supernatural, things often heard of but never seen.

Any other individual in Coy’s position would have quickly given up, but Coy was determined.

This was his chance, he would not miss it.

As pearls of salt stung the wounds left by unforgiving rock, Coy’s mind drifted back to the very reason to his uncomfortable position atop this plateau – the phone call.

3

Coy stared dumbfounded as his private cell line rang. Only 3 persons knew about his number- 2 of them were killed in action, the 3rd one disappeared without a trace last week.

Coy answered.

“This is Coy?” the voice spoke

“Yes it is, how did you get this number?”

“Details are not important, what is important is the information I have for you…”

As Coy hung up he could hardly believe the information he had just been told. However, Coy seasoned by many battles was cautious, and practiced proper skepticism. He immediately dispatched one of his agents to check the information’s legitimacy.

It was true.

4

The mirage of Coy’s memories was ripped through by the beeping of his klystron radar. Over the horizon, Coy could see a dust cloud emerging, coming closer and closer. Quickly, he grabbed his Hawkvision binoculars and zoomed in on the target, could it be?

Hurtling at an untold speed was the very person who had betrayed Coy so many years back. From Coy’s inside intelligence he had learnt that his once close comrade was now one of the most senior members of the Order, possessing several extracts, allowing him to travel at incredible speeds and dissipate into matter –

He could take a step into Mona Lisa as if strolling through a park.

Coy shrugged off his surprise, no matter. Regardless of the circumstance Coy was ready, the devilish trap he had set up today made all his previous works seem like child’s play. Had plan Alpha fail, plan Beta would continue, followed by Gamma, Epsilon, Zeta…the list went on. And a cruel lesson learnt from the Order - he worked alone.

Coy readied himself and put his thumb over the ignition button, this was it, this was his chance of a lifetime, and all the years of sweat and tears, all the previous failures and defeats, all of that, would mean nothing, nothing, after this victory.

The target closed into range, any moment now….Three. Two. One.

There was a flash of light and almost every weapon known to mankind was unleashed upon the target in splendid fireworks that lasted for minutes. In sequence, lasers, heat-seaking bullets, missiles, mousetraps all pierced the silence of the desert leaving a dust cloud that touched the heavens.

5

As the dust slowly cleared, Coy removed himself from the protective blanket he had hid himself under. He grabbed his HawkVision binoculars and looked down.

There it was. The Knowledge.

The sensation of victory overwhelmed Coy. The years he had spent hunting down the Knowledge had not been of waste, there, on the ground right below him was, The Knowledge.

Coy calmed himself and rushed down the plateau. This desolate wasteland now appeared as the Garden of Eden and Coy was here to pick its fruit of Wisdom.

Coy grabbed the Knowledge. This is not it.

Darkness.

6

What felt like a giant boulder (it was) had fallen down on Coy. Coy opened his eyes and shouted as the excruciating pain rushed through his body as his limbs continued to be crushed below the gargantuan weight. Coy did not want to get up, he knew that he had failed, that the whole event had yet again been another set up to further crush his will. Coy knew he would survive with the knowledge he attained from his extract, but contemplating his situation he wondered whether his immortality was more of a blessing or a curse.

Wearily, Coy lifted his head, and looked towards the two red specks of the dark silhouette staring down upon him. The figure spoke, mocking, taunting, cursing, “Yes, this was a set up, Coy” , repeating over and over again, the words further crushing Coy’s frail body, each syllable feeling like another tonne added onto his eternal pain.

He knew this was it, he knew it was over. The unmentionable scowls and cursing would not be heard by the young viewers, they would never know the truth; it would all be censored by a simple “Beep! Beep!”, and they would rejoice once again:

Wile E. Coyote failed to catch the Roadrunner.




I know this picture doesn't exactly fit the ending i had described, but while i was writing this essay i didn't have this picture did i?

Of course i don't mean i did it myself (that's not why i bought an electrical shaver), i actually went to a hair salon to do it. Anyways, if you're wondering why, it has nothing to do with shaving out of frustration, depression or peer presure.

by

Ainaa & Warren

originally posted at
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