Back during my school days, mine was a girl’s school maybe I am destined to be a single woman. The all boy’s school was just opposite ours so the girls will always be hanging around the next door school looking out for their boyfriends. During recess time, the topics were always on the boy and so much giggles among my classmates. Most of them were from middle and rich class family. They came by school bus, cab or private motorcars. My going trip was by the public bus and the return trip was walking home which will take about 30 minutes or more. I do not like school at all, most of the time we are so preoccupied with so many assignment and projects. This was part of the curriculum of the school; homework was part of the scoring system. I always thought that education was part of growing up to a civilized person. But my mum will always nag that education was so important and a gateway to a better job and salary. I was very much of a dream and going to school was very stressful. The teachers of those days were very discouraging and calling names was part of the lesson. If you were caught dreaming in her lesson, she threw chalk and put you out of her class. Standing outside the class or standing on the chair was part of the corporate punishment. Our school was reputable to be top ten schools and as such teachers expected all students to be talented in their subjects. So a late development brain like me was somewhat out of place in this school. Our brainy students got into limelight each year with prize giving day and the principal will called them up the stage as role model.
Most of us grew up with very little self esteem as competitions between classes were really a discouragement. The comparison were so great that the teachers will pay more attention to the top three classes and the bottom three classes will always be grill with homework after homework. There was this subtly a caste system in school.
I was quiet lonesome in school as I was an introvert, among small circles of friends, I was an extrovert. I cannot remember having friends in school, most classmates were aloof personality. They keep to themselves and clichés with one another. Being an outsider it was difficult to penetrate into these clichés and found a sense of belonging. So I decided to be the solitude person in class. My term report written by class teacher will always be “A quiet and conscientious pupil”. In fact I was dying to express myself to the world. So I kept quiet for the whole day and would dream in class as I looked outside to the big green fields and the evergreen trees that stood tall and the branches bending down to say “hello” to the lonesome girl. Strangely in class, while the teacher was teaching at the same time I can still hear the birds chirping away on the branches. So when the examination was near, you can imagine me cramping all the notes into the small brain.
I was just an average student, not at all bright or talented; in fact I was a late bloomer brain. While my classmates were having their first love bites from their numerous boyfriends, I was still reading books in the library. One day I heard someone commented on me being a square and it took me quite awhile to know what was it like to be a square.
Anyway, square or round nobody can tell me how to run my life. I had decided to be myself. One day something good happened to me. It was after the sports day and I was walking home from school to home. After way down the walk, the rain was pouring and I was drenched all over. Someone called me from behind and asked me whether I would like to go to her house for a warm drink. She was from the same school. I was shivering all over and knocked my head indicating ”yes”. She shared a small umbrella with me, both of us were soaking wet. Once I stepped into her apartment, her elder sister told me to change my uniform into something dry. After that she offered me a warm drink and told to stay for dinner as well as they cooked more than enough. There were three of them, all sisters and both parents were working late. After dinner, I mumbled my thanks and make my way home. Such good Samaritan attitude changed my whole perspective of life. After this incident, I told myself that I will strive to be a kind, generous and helpful person. Until today I am kind, generous and helpful person.
Most of us grew up with very little self esteem as competitions between classes were really a discouragement. The comparison were so great that the teachers will pay more attention to the top three classes and the bottom three classes will always be grill with homework after homework. There was this subtly a caste system in school.
I was quiet lonesome in school as I was an introvert, among small circles of friends, I was an extrovert. I cannot remember having friends in school, most classmates were aloof personality. They keep to themselves and clichés with one another. Being an outsider it was difficult to penetrate into these clichés and found a sense of belonging. So I decided to be the solitude person in class. My term report written by class teacher will always be “A quiet and conscientious pupil”. In fact I was dying to express myself to the world. So I kept quiet for the whole day and would dream in class as I looked outside to the big green fields and the evergreen trees that stood tall and the branches bending down to say “hello” to the lonesome girl. Strangely in class, while the teacher was teaching at the same time I can still hear the birds chirping away on the branches. So when the examination was near, you can imagine me cramping all the notes into the small brain.
I was just an average student, not at all bright or talented; in fact I was a late bloomer brain. While my classmates were having their first love bites from their numerous boyfriends, I was still reading books in the library. One day I heard someone commented on me being a square and it took me quite awhile to know what was it like to be a square.
Anyway, square or round nobody can tell me how to run my life. I had decided to be myself. One day something good happened to me. It was after the sports day and I was walking home from school to home. After way down the walk, the rain was pouring and I was drenched all over. Someone called me from behind and asked me whether I would like to go to her house for a warm drink. She was from the same school. I was shivering all over and knocked my head indicating ”yes”. She shared a small umbrella with me, both of us were soaking wet. Once I stepped into her apartment, her elder sister told me to change my uniform into something dry. After that she offered me a warm drink and told to stay for dinner as well as they cooked more than enough. There were three of them, all sisters and both parents were working late. After dinner, I mumbled my thanks and make my way home. Such good Samaritan attitude changed my whole perspective of life. After this incident, I told myself that I will strive to be a kind, generous and helpful person. Until today I am kind, generous and helpful person.
.JPG)
