CHAPTER 1: INTRODUCTION
The Cookie Jar Academy, a renowned school in Quebec known for its prestigious education. The name sounds pretty silly to me though, I'm really not sure what the government was thinking. Though, it could be a reference to something I don't know about.
I woke up at 6 AM, yawning and constantly shifting my body towards one side to the other, similar to. I wasn't exactly used to the school-routine yet. The sunlight gazed upon my room with its glorious beams of light shining through my window. I intentionally keep the blinds open just so I can witness the beauty of the sun-lit room. I got up from my bed, rubbing my eyes frantically. My hair was a complete mess, and I wasn’t able to see anything from afar due to my horrible eyesight, so I grabbed my glasses from the cheveret table right next to my bed, they were thin and had a sleek appearance. Personally, I prefer thin glasses to the thick ones that make you look like a nerd. Seriously, you’re just asking to be bullied.
I did the ordinary morning routine, making sure that I was well-fed and clean before I ran off to school. It would be a bad first impression if I came to school looking like a slug. The academy had their own unique school uniforms for males; the attire consisted of a white-collar-buttoned shirt that had open-sleeves and black fabric pants that were relatively comfortable. There was an optional belt that could be bought too, though I didn’t deem it necessary to buy it. Nor did I think the price was actually worth it. As for the shoes, you were allowed to wear whatever you deemed comfortable, as long as they were professional enough for school. I wore my blue-tie and I was off.
In case you were wondering, I live in a small apartment that’s a good distance away from the academy. The academy doesn’t offer free housing, so if you’re going to the academy in the first place, you have to live close. International students have to find someplace to stay within a 10-mile radius. It’s nothing special though, it’s your typical apartment that you’d find in any country honestly. Montreal isn’t rich by any means. It contained 1 small living room and a kitchen that was connected to it, a bedroom and 2 bathrooms. This is what most apartments looked like around this neighborhood.
Believe me though, I wasn’t lying when I stated that this school was renowned for its prestigious education. All students are required to take a standardized test before entering, there are 4 sections in total. For each subsection, you’re required to score 130 or higher. In case you’re wondering what the subsections consist of, it measures nonverbal ability, verbal ability, working memory and processing speed. However, you can receive an admission even if you fail the standardized test. The academy looks for undergraduates who have talented abilities in sports, leaders who have been involved in numerous extracurricular activities and so forth. Basically, you’d have to have some sort of gifted feature that makes you stand out from the rest. Personally though, I’m not sure if I agree with standardized testing, they offer good predictions for academic and life success, but there are exceptions, just as there are exceptions to everything. I’m looking at you Feynman! What I’m trying to say is that true intellect cannot be measured, what do I deem true intellect, you may ask. Well, if I were to create a standardized test... The subsections would measure: creativity, intelligence, and wisdom. These 3 attributes are what I believe equates to true life success, and grit too.
I arrived at school at about 8 o'clock. I looked around the school as I witnessed hundreds of students everywhere, it’s nerve-wracking when you think about it. All of these students have some sort of exceptional ability that makes them stand out in some way, and then there’s me. I’m not exceptional in any way, I was only brought to this academy because my father paid enough money to get me in without any examination whatsoever, just like any Ivy-league school, they only care about the money you deposit. Actually, I have no talents at all, unless you consider playing mediocre Chess a talent. I have poor social skills and struggle with cooperation, so I can’t lead a club, let alone joining one. I’m not intellectual or creative, at best, I’m average. I’m no physical prowess either, nor am I good at sports.
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So why the fuck am I in this academy? Oh right, money! There’s a saying that goes.. If you can inherit a lot of wealth then you won’t need to work hard at all. I guess that can apply to me to a degree, though my father isn’t a multi-millionaire.
In fact, I’m not sure why I continue to search for something in the first place. Whether you want to believe in the word privilege, it exists. Like I said before, I am not intelligent or gifted with godlike genes, however, even though there are some things that can be honed, you can only modify them to a certain extent.
Well, most people are the same way right? No human being is perfect. I can agree on that statement, we all have our differences and whether or not a human can actually become perfect.. Well.. maybe centuries from now. However, being a south-asian teenager with a horrible appearance, and trust me, I assure you it’s really bad. I faced criticisms from my previous school on a day-to-day basis. In fact, it became such a big problem that my father thought the solution was to bring me an academy for the excellent, yeah definitely no bullying and teasing here!
The hallways in the school were big, and the size of the walls made them look intimidating, it was like those abandoned school hallways you see in video games, but bigger. Gosh, I can’t imagine being in here during the night. I’d be scared shitless. The hallways were well-complemented with a silver-coloured palette, they appeared to be made out of bricks at a glance. To be honest, I couldn’t really tell just yet. Entering the school gave you a good idea of what the school was like, two large staircases that led to two upper floors, a large water fountain, and large glass panels that appeared to be at the upper floors only, showcasing the magnificent beauty of the hallways. The floor was made of vinyl tiles which were completely black. Surprisingly, I didn’t see any lockers. I wonder how storage is supposed to be deposited?
The first thing that caught my attention upon entering the school though was the glorious female uniforms that I have dreamt about during the summer, they were just like how I envisioned them to be. The uniforms for males and females appeared to be the same, however girls were required to wear very short skirts. It was extremely-arousing, not going to lie. Luckily, my penis was still flaccid and I tried to divert my attention to finding the gymnasium, and it seems like that is what most students were trying to find as well.
After a couple minutes of searching, I had finally found the gymnasium. I’m not sure why it’s been designed to be so far from the entrance.
The amount of students in the gymnasium had completely overwhelmed me, it seems like there were also a lot of the staff members trying to aid students with what they were trying to do. Many laptops were set up across the gymnasium, rolling my eyes over to the one of the screens, it seems like they were attempting to create a profile. The lines were huge, and based on the facial-expressions of the staff, they were overwhelmed and stressed, they probably weren’t expecting these many students to arrive this year. Then again, it’s not really an ordinary school, kids of any age can enter. Looking around the gymnasium, I noticed that there were students who were surprisingly quite small, and also the bigger ones which could easily be identifiable as the upperclassmen. I stood in line for about half an hour before I was finally able to use the laptop, it asked me to register a username, create a password, and insert a brief description about yourself.
The username I entered was “RO”.
And with that said and done, I was off to my morning class.
CHAPTER 1 END