PRIMARY SCH, GOOD, BAD & UGLY

School Messenger

There were a couple of things that I always remembered. I was the teacher’s pet student most of my classes. While in primary 5, my classroom was next to the principal office. I was frequently called upon to be the messenger. Even in the midst of a lesson, I had to go to each class, let the teacher read and sign the message. The entire school population knew me.

Playful

One day, when my teacher was absent, I was fooling around, playing kungfu with the broom stick with another boy. Accidentally, the broom stick hit the long ceiling light and shattered it. I was terribly scared that the school will inform my parents. The next day, on my own accord, I purchased the light tube and engaged the school gardener to help me replaced the broken light. My class teacher pretended not to know.

Blue back eye

Another incident happened in primary 6. That was after PSLE. I had some quarrel with and Indian student named Vikneswaran. He was tall and lanky. He challenged me to fight. I couldn’t walk away as my pride was more important. We decided to fight at a far away bus-stop. A few classmates had gathered around to support me as well as to witness the fight. It must have been a disappointment for those spectators. Before I could even swing my arm, the long arm of Vikneswaran had landed on my left eye. This fight end abruptly. The next few days, I had to lie to my parents and teachers that we had play ‘huntam bola’ and the ball hit my eyes. None of them suspected I had fought. Years later, we met up and had a good laugh over my stupidity and became friends again. Today he has migrated to Canada.

Regrettable incident

I was in primary 4A. There was a cute and smart girl in my class. Her name was Lai Young. There was one boy who always teased me that she was my girl friend. Perhaps he wanted her attention but I really had no clue. I really had no impression of her. One day, while waiting at the bus-stop, I was teased persistently in front of her. And to prove my disinterest, I went to punch her in the stomach. She cried. I regretted and realised how foolish and abrasive I was. They teasing stopped and I never see her again after we left school. I didn’t have the courage to apologise. Sadly, that was my only punch I threw on a human being and unfortunately it had to be an innocent girl. I deeply regret my stupidity.

In my entire school life, I was only physically punished once. That was in P4. I must have been naughty. I was throwing paper at a girl. I received 1 stroke of the ruler on my palm. I was the teacher favourite and she reluctantly punished me.




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