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The Maiden
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Friday, August 29, 2003
Teachers' Day has traditionally been one of the most appealing school festivals for both teachers and students alike. The frenzy of shopping for gifts, personalising them, and making them unique is of course in itself an utterly fun-filled experience. More so is the act of giving and receiving, whereby each student gets to express his or her gratitude, and the teacher, to receive feedback on how much he or she has benefited those under his or her care.
And so today, we played tribute to the teachers and expressed our heart-felt thanks. Yet ironically, it was the teachers who took centre-stage for the concert. They formed bands and jammed guitars, stole our hearts belting out love songs on stage, danced to up-beat pop music and put up Mt Senai's very own American Idol. I must confess that I've never been psyched up by these concerts of amateurish standards, held in sultry environments with no air-conditioning and where audience grace the hard wooden floor boards. Yet today, these teachers had me, and the rest of the student population screaming and applauding to their hilarious performances. Perhaps it is the sub-conscious mind driving my enthusiasm, that the last Teachers' Day I am celebrating must of course be the most special. Or perhaps this is the batch of teachers I have the closest contact with, they being relatively young and in touch with our generation, and me having stepped out of the hermit-like enclosure I used to lock myself in. In any case, I am glad that I took the effort to shop for gifts and time off my studies at home to return to school to speak to them. I shall miss them. Ms Leong for her understandng and encouragement, despite me playing truant, breaking school rules and neglecting my studies, Ms Chua for her cheerfulness and all the additional notes she prepared for us so people like me who don't complete their tutorials do not lose out as much, Ms Hor for her sweets and jokes and everything else, Mr Tan who never fails to answer my never-ending questions, despite them being absolutely dumb, and lao shi for kindness and advice. And of course I'll never get over the loss of the pleasure in spotting Mr Edmund Kwok in his attire of revolting colours. And so today, I ended my last official day in school, with loads of memories to recount and numerous tales to tell my future children , grandchildren, great-grandchildren........ The maiden spoke at 6:56 PM
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