walking down the school's "kaki lima"
Early morning, with green pants and white shirt plus the black songkok and the white shoes barely "berkapur"(result from late night "only" kapur without washing). NOt to forget, d big water bottle, the funny "selempang" bag and the lovely, totally meanigful, "stickt" badge(need only a single badge with this, rather than buying 5-6 for all d clothes.) Yupp,it was that years of secondary school, a journey, a truly colourful picture on its own.
Today, as i drove back to my new house in UKM after sending my dear janie to UPM, suddenly the urge, of that naive me, came back. I drove straight and without really aware of it and amazed by my two upper limb, turning the steering which will bring me down the momory lane, my old old school, the one and only, maahad hamidiah.
I was driving thro d memories of arriving late everyday to school, when i was suddenly stopped by a pak guard. What a pak guard at that never been use pak guard house. That is amazing. To add to my amazement, i need a "pas pelawat" to go in. Huh... (weirdly, malaysian idol come to my mind...hahaha..)
Climbing up the stairs to second floor leading to bilik ketua bidang, i realised, how i had taken for granted the lift, in HUKM. I was not tired or disgusted by it, but the feeling was raw and refreshing. Hmm, the students so called my super juniors flashback the images of me being in the same shoes ( i must be the most stupid and ugly looking male student in that attire.....)
Stepping in the ketua bidang room, where i usually "lepak" meeting my teachers and was my office when i teached there as "cikgu ganti" for a month after matriculation, it is the same old room. The table, the chairs, the sofa, and that awfully stack of book and paper, schedule and time table....there are still there..... Cikgu Latifah and Cikgu Noorgayah were the ones that greeted me there. The list goes on. Cikgu Rohaini, at kaki lima, Kak Mia in the library with Cikgu Yahurin, all others cikgu along the corridoors, Cikgu Zaini and Cikgu Mai, back to Bilik Ketua Bidang, Kakak Makmal, and that makcik tukang sapu at makmal, and lastly cikgu ramrah and cikgu zarinah back to the library.
Hmm, ohh yeah, lot of changes in Maahad. To name a few, code bar system in the library, "kad keluar kelas" for every classes (do they need a pass to go to the toilet too?....), makmal komputer (a two storey building with a real working up to date software and processor) and others. New people, yup, lot of new cikgu, and ustaz, and a new "pengetua" as well, a nice looking, forthcoming pengetua. Ohh, new activity, kawat kaki is coming up, with that makan malam amal maahasd in april (with all the teachers, urging me to buy a table...with Rm100 per chair, that a thousand for a table....wow...where should i get the money)
Ohh yeah, do i still have something there? My footprint has long been gone, neither my contengan etc (hmm....do i conteng any...if i did, dah lupa dah pun...), yet, and sweetly, my old students were still there, strugling thro their year as a senior, the fifth formers. I barely remember their faces and names( they were barely 13 and was totally obviously not even matured at that time). NOw all had reached that superb puberty status, leaving me smiling proudly to see them, standing there as a super senior. THe good thing of being a teacher, is the students (some) do remember you teaching them years back.
It was a nice time to take a break and walking down that memory lane. And among the best thing today is, it was not just me who visiting my old teachers,at the same time, i got a visit from my "old" students. What u do to others, others will do it to you.......and that's totally true..(-_-)
Today, as i drove back to my new house in UKM after sending my dear janie to UPM, suddenly the urge, of that naive me, came back. I drove straight and without really aware of it and amazed by my two upper limb, turning the steering which will bring me down the momory lane, my old old school, the one and only, maahad hamidiah.
I was driving thro d memories of arriving late everyday to school, when i was suddenly stopped by a pak guard. What a pak guard at that never been use pak guard house. That is amazing. To add to my amazement, i need a "pas pelawat" to go in. Huh... (weirdly, malaysian idol come to my mind...hahaha..)
Climbing up the stairs to second floor leading to bilik ketua bidang, i realised, how i had taken for granted the lift, in HUKM. I was not tired or disgusted by it, but the feeling was raw and refreshing. Hmm, the students so called my super juniors flashback the images of me being in the same shoes ( i must be the most stupid and ugly looking male student in that attire.....)
Stepping in the ketua bidang room, where i usually "lepak" meeting my teachers and was my office when i teached there as "cikgu ganti" for a month after matriculation, it is the same old room. The table, the chairs, the sofa, and that awfully stack of book and paper, schedule and time table....there are still there..... Cikgu Latifah and Cikgu Noorgayah were the ones that greeted me there. The list goes on. Cikgu Rohaini, at kaki lima, Kak Mia in the library with Cikgu Yahurin, all others cikgu along the corridoors, Cikgu Zaini and Cikgu Mai, back to Bilik Ketua Bidang, Kakak Makmal, and that makcik tukang sapu at makmal, and lastly cikgu ramrah and cikgu zarinah back to the library.
Hmm, ohh yeah, lot of changes in Maahad. To name a few, code bar system in the library, "kad keluar kelas" for every classes (do they need a pass to go to the toilet too?....), makmal komputer (a two storey building with a real working up to date software and processor) and others. New people, yup, lot of new cikgu, and ustaz, and a new "pengetua" as well, a nice looking, forthcoming pengetua. Ohh, new activity, kawat kaki is coming up, with that makan malam amal maahasd in april (with all the teachers, urging me to buy a table...with Rm100 per chair, that a thousand for a table....wow...where should i get the money)
Ohh yeah, do i still have something there? My footprint has long been gone, neither my contengan etc (hmm....do i conteng any...if i did, dah lupa dah pun...), yet, and sweetly, my old students were still there, strugling thro their year as a senior, the fifth formers. I barely remember their faces and names( they were barely 13 and was totally obviously not even matured at that time). NOw all had reached that superb puberty status, leaving me smiling proudly to see them, standing there as a super senior. THe good thing of being a teacher, is the students (some) do remember you teaching them years back.
It was a nice time to take a break and walking down that memory lane. And among the best thing today is, it was not just me who visiting my old teachers,at the same time, i got a visit from my "old" students. What u do to others, others will do it to you.......and that's totally true..(-_-)
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