i wanted to show nadia nasira my school.... so, we took a drive there.
tarcisian convent ipoh, this is where my formal education started.... part of my growing up.... 11 years...there are so many teachers who contributed to my learning and growing up... there are a few who played a significant role in this the naughtiest but smart girl in school. the ones that i remembered the most was in my primary school....mrs. maniam (my class teacher when i was standard 3 who always try the soft method to guide me but was disappointed...she said, 'it is a pity that you have everything...you are smart, pretty, good family yet you are so naughty') and puan hamimah (my class teacher standard 4 who tolerates no nonsense from me...she slapped me, slammed my books and yelled at me but she was the only one who managed to make me study, do my homework and sent me to join the elite in kekwa from lily class. hahahaah this shows that i need to be disciplined in a military way rather than a more civilized method).
the things that i did in school is unimaginable... when i was in Standard 1, we played doctor... i was the doctor and the girl who sat next to me, Yap Chin Po was the patient. i used a scissors and cut the fine hair on her chubby hand.... can you imagine? how long do you think the hair on a chinese girl aged 7? of course, i had cut some flesh in the process and there was blood and her mother at the class steps the next day complaining to the class teacher, mrs. cheah. they call me naughty... i think i was plain mischievous at that age and played doctor. i was innocent enough not to realize that i could cause injury lah!!! it was genuine mistake lah. the teacher requested my parents to see her.... my sister (almost my mother lah she) represented them.
as i was writing this post, i remembered one incident.... one morning, when i reached the school, i ran to put my school bag in the line allocated for my class at the assembly hall. i tripped and fell...it hurt. i stayed still because i was too embarrassed to get up. my school mates thought that i had fainted and carried me to the teachers' room. there, the teachers asked me to rest on the rotan lazy chair and one teacher made me milo. teachers treat sick students in the teachers' room, i have seen many times. after waking up from a nap and too bored to stay there, i told the teachers that i was fine and wanted to go back to my class. i went to my class feeling happy.
well, despite being mischievous .... i was an active student.... i played netball, did many extra co-curricular activities and certainly enjoyed my self. i remember mrs. siva who told my dad that i was a good girl and a smart student (the first time ever a teacher saying that to my dad). i was 16 then.... may be grew up to be a good girl with age....
thank god, i was a smart enough student and one of the 45 (highest in the district) who scored 5As in the Standard 5 Assessment and 6A1s in Lower Certificate of Education which got me through to the Mayasian Certificate of Education.
my pleasant memories in school from 1981 to 1991.... 11 long years...
school badge
this is how the school still looks now.... i preserved the original look because i didn't like the now outlook....
the main entrance to the primary school
the office
library on the left and toilets on the right
primary classrooms
assembly hall on the left and primary canteen
secondary main building (assembly hall, laboratory, home science room, art room and canteen)
After the visit to the school, my husband drove to my best friend in school, santa maria''s house. i called her on the mobile and she started scolding me for not keeping in touch. i told her i was outside her house.... she was surprised!!!
i stayed a while, chit-chatting.... until it was close to magrib time.
from young girls to mothers.... 
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