Over the first week after I joined SHBS, I have experienced so much that I feel dazzled and even dizzy. It is also in this past week that I have developed severe decidophobia, which I had never suffered from before. Furthermore, my experience during the first week keeps updating my concept of what a school should be like.
To begin with, a rather complicated timetable which I had never seen before made me aware of what a real mobile learning system is. Under such an optional class system, each course is further divided into several difficult levels, and students attend each class in a different classroom with different classmates. Besides, it is up to students ourselves to decide many of the courses they are going to take. On a normal school day, after one class is over, we rush from one classroom to another to attend the next class as if we were fighting in a battle. Next comes the picking of PE courses. Whether we can finally seize our favorite from the 5 sports events depends on the speed of our hands. At the mobilization meeting on Wednesday, inspired by what those club leaders told to us in person about their great achievements in the last semester, I was wondering whether I should take the initiative to form some kind of club, too.
Then, on Friday afternoon, during the elective time on timetable, another major school event was about to take place: a grand ceremony for introducing electives.
In the auditorium, teachers took turns to walk onto the stage and introduce the elective courses they were going to offer to all the students present. The electives include the following:
Courses on rowing, horse-riding, and tennis which are often perceived as up-scale sports;
Courses on free-combat to be taught by our Taiji coach, courses on indoor dance to be given by our dancing teacher, and other fitness or body shaping exercises;
Language courses on Spanish, French and Italian to be taught by Dr. Bonta, our language genius;
Test preparatory courses on SAT and ACT to be instructed by English teachers;
Art courses on duet, ceramics, video-clip making, and movie appreciation to be taught respectively by our music and art teachers;
Astronomy course to be given by our physics teacher and interesting lab course to be taught by our chemistry teacher.
If the abovementioned electives are all we have, we would be happy about that. The crazy thing is that our economics teacher tried to “steal the job” of our Chinese teacher by offering an elective course on how to declaim ancient Chinese classics like the The Book of Songs, Songs of Chu, Quyaun’s Li Sao, and works of Zhuang Zi and so on. Moreover, he also tried to steal the show from our physics teacher by offering an elective on quantum physics. Yet, our physics teacher also had her big plan in mind: to steal the halo from our Chinese teacher by offering an elective on Chinese calligraphy.
Therefore, our crazy teachers offered us 39 electives in total to choose from. My god! We are still children. How could they treat us like this?
The most horrible thing is that we can ONLY choose ONE electives among this myriad of electives. Oh, gosh! What shall I do? I want to ride a horse, I want to make films, I want to practice Chinese calligraphy, and I also want to do chemical experiments! How should I choose? It is so difficult! I want to cry.
I went home with my elective sheet to ask for my parents’ advice. Yet, my parents were stunned and could not make a choice easily, either.
The above words about electives might carry a humorous hue, but it is true: our school offers many fantastic electives for us to choose from. Looking back at the first week, I can see that the school has its sophisticatedly designed frames so that we can make our own choices on many things but within those frames. Therefore, it is very good for us: we can have the freedom to explore our own passion but also can avoid some stupid mistakes that we might make if let do things at will—for example, I will not have the license to choose AP course if my ability has not reached there yet.
I was well accustomed to the life of being told exactly what to do by my teachers and parents. Now facing the various choices here in Hongrun Boyuan, I am a little lost but very happy, because I feel my world grow bigger and I have lots of things to experience and explore. More importantly, within the short time here, I begin to feel the existence of myself, begin to become the master of my own life, and begin to think: who am I? What do I want to become? Where I am going?