The Private School where I registered as a form six student offered two medium of form six; Malay and English classes. I decided to enroll in the English class as I had started with English since Standard One.
Everything went well at first. I enjoyed the lessons given by young and energetic teachers. But it didn't shine until evening. One day, a teacher was absent. Then another one. Then, another. Later, we found out that these younger teachers were university students teaching part-time during their semester break. They quit from teaching as they had to go back to campus for a new semester, deserting us like stray chickens. We had to wait for another bunch of teachers to lead us the way to university.
Time dragged slowly. We waited for weeks, then months, for new teachers to come, but in vain. We were left far behind in our lessons by the Malay class. Eventually, the Headmaster came to see us. We knew he had come to offer us a solution to our problem.
"Students, the school is not able to find teachers for the English class. It's already September. You are free to make a choice. If you join the Malay class, we won't charge you any fee until the end of the year. If you want to choose another school, we can't stop you." After that statement, the Headmaster left. We were stunned and quiet for a few seconds, sad and at the same time, angry.
Reluctantly, I entered the Malay class, worried as I, with a few other students from the English class was left far behind in our lessons, apart from having to familiarise ourselves with malay terms that we would find in our lessons. Life had to continue. As a student, I couldn't concentrate on the lessons. I didn't quite remember the results of my End-of-year examination. I wanted to get out of that place and my prayers were answered. Hence, the end-of-year school holidays was the last school holiday for me at the school as I did not come back the next year. How would my Sijil Tinggi Persekolahan examination be?
Everything went well at first. I enjoyed the lessons given by young and energetic teachers. But it didn't shine until evening. One day, a teacher was absent. Then another one. Then, another. Later, we found out that these younger teachers were university students teaching part-time during their semester break. They quit from teaching as they had to go back to campus for a new semester, deserting us like stray chickens. We had to wait for another bunch of teachers to lead us the way to university.
Time dragged slowly. We waited for weeks, then months, for new teachers to come, but in vain. We were left far behind in our lessons by the Malay class. Eventually, the Headmaster came to see us. We knew he had come to offer us a solution to our problem.
"Students, the school is not able to find teachers for the English class. It's already September. You are free to make a choice. If you join the Malay class, we won't charge you any fee until the end of the year. If you want to choose another school, we can't stop you." After that statement, the Headmaster left. We were stunned and quiet for a few seconds, sad and at the same time, angry.
Reluctantly, I entered the Malay class, worried as I, with a few other students from the English class was left far behind in our lessons, apart from having to familiarise ourselves with malay terms that we would find in our lessons. Life had to continue. As a student, I couldn't concentrate on the lessons. I didn't quite remember the results of my End-of-year examination. I wanted to get out of that place and my prayers were answered. Hence, the end-of-year school holidays was the last school holiday for me at the school as I did not come back the next year. How would my Sijil Tinggi Persekolahan examination be?
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