Kelly's World | Why I hate KC (relax, it’s actually a compliment)
“Envy is the art of counting the other fellow’s blessings instead of your own.” – Harold Coffin
Let’s get a few things straight from the beginning.
Some of the greatest men I know and respect went to Kingston College (KC). My ‘general’, Arthur Hall, and the late Gary Spaulding are just two of the many names I could call.
Second, I didn’t attend a ‘rival’ school to KC. I am neither a Calabar nor Jamaica College old boy. I went to Ardenne (as neutral in this ‘fight’ as you can get).
Final disclaimer is that I, at no time, wished that I had attended KC, nor did I put the school as one of my choices for the Common Entrance Exam.
So I’m not bitter that I didn’t get to attend the school. All of that said, I never see a school I hate so yet!
Big man ting, if KC and schools from across the world enter a global competition, I’m not saying I would cheer for one of the foreigners.
But mi still nah cheer fi purple boy dem either.
Two Saturdays ago, I had to constantly change the channel on my television, once I realised that ‘dem bwoy deh’ did out fi win Champs.
I only glanced at a few marquée races because I love Champs. I was already still upset that they won the Manning Cup (George’s shoulda tek dat).
So the thought of dem taking the ‘treble’ by winning Schools’ Challenge Quiz was quite taxing on my otherwise cast-iron stomach.
When St Jago whap dem inna quiz, a happier man who did not attend St Jago you couldn’t find. God truly answer prayer!
I know that by now (if you’re still reading), you’re wondering where the compliment part comes in.
As another revered KC old boy and current colleague, Neville Graham, would say, “Bear with me”.
The confidence, swag, and yes, arrogance, that drip from the majority of KC old boys I have come across in my lifetime is, I am ashamed to admit, commendable.
Mind you, in the wrong context, like if I’m already having a bad day, it can be downright nauseating.
But it’s the type of confidence in self that I wish I had. I envy that KC graduates, even if dem can’t spell bread like Bustamante, believe they are the alpha male in the room.
And quite frankly, with the heavy blows that life can throw on you, confidence is a must.
Now there is the possibility that most of these men are simply ‘faking it’. But even if that’s the case, they’re doing a great job.
Some of these gentlemen (and I use that word loosely) did absolutely nothing at KC, whether scholastically or in the various extracurricular activities.
But their loyalty is unquestioned. Again, that’s commendable, because some people view high school as merely the place they got the diploma they needed.
So pay attention to the next line because it is the last compliment you’ll read from me about KC.
Hail to KC and its old boys with their bulletproof egos; may the school continue to flourish. Now excuse me, I need to lie down.
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