sometime midweek last week, my best friend since school, Joel Wong, called me and asked whether i would want to go back to school with him on friday to the MBS Christian Fellowship. i thought, 'that'd be nice,' and i was also wondering how to get away with a longer-than-1hour lunch. CF is from 1-2pm. but i managed to get half day off. so that was wonderful.
we went to CF and we were actually more keen to see our CF teacher, Mrs. Lim, who was also our BM teacher last time. it wasn't that nice cause we weren't really hardworking. but she did a really good job drawing the line between CF and studies, though i'm sure she'd like us to have both of these areas equally strong. i had my chapel advisor as my add-maths teacher too. so double the blow.
its been 5 and a half years now. we were wearing our office clothes as we entered. and thankfully we knew one or two, they're our juniors who are upper six now. so we aren't viewed or suspected as some perverted old boys.
when our teacher saw us, she was smiling. i guess, in her experience, not many are still walking on the narrow road after 5 years. and to see 2 of the Christian leaders and are still good friends coming back to CF, is that an encouragement to a teacher?
we did cause lots of trouble (but not enough to see the headmaster), mischievious and playful. i wonder whether as she knew us and teach us, she could see that 'something' there which we had no idea of, and pored her effort and prayers in that hope. yeah, we wouldn't know anything about ourselves, but she made her effort to polish us and she did set her example as a Christian in her work and teaching in school. and faithfully doing it too.
now that i'm typing this, i wonder whether did my sunday school teachers actually had any hope in me during the primary school years. i made them suffer a lot. i was punished a lot too. my teachers called me the 'Holy Terror' cause i was super mischievious but also a bible quiz champion. yeah, they told me that a few years ago.
there are some things that i can't think out. i put myself in their shoes and wonder how they'd just faithfully teach and nurture this some-sort-of-hyper-active kid. i don't know whether they were actually hoping for some miracle or change. or is it right to hope for one? how would they know what each kid will turn out to be? you won't know. so just teach and nurture all equally. hmm... i have no idea... teaching's a gift.
on another view, its amazing what 1 red note can do in the school canteen. having lunch constantly in the range of RM3.50 - RM5.00, RM 1.60 seems too cheap. the drinks uncle is still there and recognize both of us.
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