The making of a eugene!

Kindergarten...yes....kindergarden. Today (26-8-2006) was the day I stepped through the door of the Hong Kong education system. It was a life-changing day and will be what turned me into what I am now.

That first day was absolutely exciting. It was the start of a social life, of having friends and also of dealing with some pretty bad teachers who shouldn't have been in that job. They were what I would soon learn to call favouritist- teachers were biased because of stereotypes and their first impressions. I was a kid who couldn't sit at a specific spot for very long before having to get out and have a chat with someone else. When I talked, I actually stammered. I couldn't really control it. People teased me for it, and I was soon a rather repulsive kid. I didn't like the teasing and all that stuff. But I loved it when I was the one doing it. I didn't like being excluded from the slides on the playground and that stuff. So guess what I did?
I kicked someone (I can't remember the gender, but I think it was a girl) right off the platform when they denied access. She cried really badly, and when the teacher came out to the playground, I just stood there, starring down, trying to be sorry. And the next thing I knew, I got pushed off by another kid. I somehow managed to land on my feet, but the teacher was just standing right in front of me. You can guess what happens next. (Hint: my parents were involved)
There was nothing glorious about that, but that was, at the time, a great boost of ego. I also thought that maybe girls were considered better than any boys at the time. A statistic that I thought I saw confirmed my suspisions. You too can guess what that was.

I wondered why there was so much coloring and stuff in kindergartens and schools, why those kids that look different from what we were, why they seemed to score so much higher than we do in stuff like Chinese.
Of course, I didn't know what was unfair, but I did know what was gender and the differences.

THinking back, I knew I had to get this stuff out of my mind before I got too angry. So, I hope you know why I can be a bit gender -ist in thinking.