The moment I stepped into my ex-Secondary school today, floods of memories – both happy and sad – filled my mind. The people have changed, the decorations on the student council boards were different, but somehow I felt warm inside. The mere sight of my old school compound was heartening.
Walking up the stairs I once used often that led to the school hall, I started reminiscing on the comical things we did in school, and how I was so nervous when I first did announcements. Then there are the nerve-wreaking morning duties during the national anthem, and the days when we worked hard for our exams. Gone are those happy days.
I wasn’t having high expectations that my teachers would still remember me. After all, they have hundreds of students graduating each batch! Boy, have they proven me wrong. When I greeted them, recognition showed on their faces as they addressed me cheerfully. I was immensely touched by the simple fact that they actually remembered me.
My teachers did not expect anything in return – all they wanted is to see us have a good future. When I told them I am now pursuing my studies in mass communications, and love it, they simply smiled. Their eyes shone – with pride, with happiness, and with fulfillment.
Even though teachers are not as highly regarded now as when in the early 1970s, my teachers all had a common goal. They hoped that through their teachings, they could inspire and mould lives. The things they do everyday may be little, but it’s the little things that after accumulation, gives birth to something significant.
I am where I am today because of these noble people who felt a calling to teach – to educate, to inspire, and to touch lives. So, to Mr. Shane Kwok, Mr. James Chia, Ms. Yew, Mdm Wang, Mr. Tan Seng Huat, Ms. Jane Sue, Ms. Ismalia and to the many others who have played a part in shaping my life – Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Happy Teachers’ Day!
Walking up the stairs I once used often that led to the school hall, I started reminiscing on the comical things we did in school, and how I was so nervous when I first did announcements. Then there are the nerve-wreaking morning duties during the national anthem, and the days when we worked hard for our exams. Gone are those happy days.
I wasn’t having high expectations that my teachers would still remember me. After all, they have hundreds of students graduating each batch! Boy, have they proven me wrong. When I greeted them, recognition showed on their faces as they addressed me cheerfully. I was immensely touched by the simple fact that they actually remembered me.
My teachers did not expect anything in return – all they wanted is to see us have a good future. When I told them I am now pursuing my studies in mass communications, and love it, they simply smiled. Their eyes shone – with pride, with happiness, and with fulfillment.
Even though teachers are not as highly regarded now as when in the early 1970s, my teachers all had a common goal. They hoped that through their teachings, they could inspire and mould lives. The things they do everyday may be little, but it’s the little things that after accumulation, gives birth to something significant.
I am where I am today because of these noble people who felt a calling to teach – to educate, to inspire, and to touch lives. So, to Mr. Shane Kwok, Mr. James Chia, Ms. Yew, Mdm Wang, Mr. Tan Seng Huat, Ms. Jane Sue, Ms. Ismalia and to the many others who have played a part in shaping my life – Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Happy Teachers’ Day!
