sometimes, I am amazed.. amazed by the impact that our primary school teachers or any other passer-bys in our life have.. we may be young.. but ironically, it is their teachings that we remember vividly. I remember doing functional writing all tat. I remember we have to pronounce 'mother' carefully if not it will sound like cow in Malay or something like tat. I remember we had to send real letters to my English teacher's residential address so as to get the real exprience of functional writing. I remember my English teacher promised to bring us on a trip to Sungei Buloh after PSLE and it was a trip that is looked forward to. I rmb the trip is special becos we are the only class going. It is only exclusively for our class. Wah!! I remember the teacher taught us new words like 'blubber' and he pointed to my stomach.. heesh.. so funny. but he meant no offence though.. All these are enough to make me smile to myself..
I remember taking part in Chinese poem recitial in primary 3. It was a one and only experience.. becos it took me really lots of courage before I volunteered myself for the task. I yearn to be part of the recitial grp but was shy and timid to volunteer myself.. although we didn't get into the finals, it is truly an unforgettable experience for me.
I also remember we get to fold 1 star whenever we did a good deed everyday in primary 3. It is definitely heartwarming to see when the whole group has accumulated a whole bottle full of stars. And we get to pen down a nice comment about every classmate.. and our chinese teacher will sort out and print out nicely in a sheet of paper for us.
those days.... are really so fun.. I miss it.. but I shan't be sad cos they shall always remain part of me..
x.i.n.h.u.i