I was doing some springcleaning, in view of the upcoming Aidiladha. And I found this thing I wrote years ago in my primary school English Pets CourseBook .


"The world is a big ocean, and somewhere out there, the waves will wash ashore the coral I've been searching for."


How true those words must have been to me then, to the extent that I would have copied it down in my textbook again and again.
And reflecting back, I gained some strength from it today, nearly a decade on.

Then I started thinking about my primary school days, and getting all nostalgic, not about the school or my friends. The false consciousness that has been ingrained in me by the dearest authorities in my school then began to shatter. I would go on to realise that teachers are not neccessarily right, not neccessarily cold or evil, that they didn't have the right to abuse a student and neither would they have the right to demand for specific presents during special occassions.
I began to see the hypocrisy that was going on, the acts of favouritism, which all seemed so normal to me. Some of the guilty ones has since passed on, and truth be told, I never bore any form of grudges. But I feel they have done no justice to the teaching prefession, and truely, they have failed to gain any sort of respect from me.
Looking at myself today, I thank Allah for having given me the strength to push on till today, inspite of all the low expectations set on me by my sch teachers. I have a long way to go.

This post was inspired by my chance meeting with Ms Lim yesterday and my spring cleaning efforts this morning. Emotions were further supported by another chance meeting with another one of my pri sch teachers.

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