My First Proper Education

Wow.....tak percaya dah masuk Julai sekarang, How time flies. Another one month, I'll be attending my Graduation Day. The day that will mark the end of my life as a student.

And to commemorate my life as a student for 17 years, I would take the opportunity to recap/flash back the sweet and bitter memories during my school years....

So, today, I'll start dengan bercerita tentang bagaimana aku pertama kali menjejakkan kaki ke sekolah untuk menimba ilmu....here goes....

I first attended school in 1986...kindergarden and I was nearly 5 years old at that time. My first proper education was in San Diego, California. I couldn't remember how it was on the first day of my school but I can guarantee that I didn't like it. When I was a kid growing up in a country that has a completely different lifestyle as we have in Malaysia, I can be catogerized as an unsosiolized kid. I did played with my neighbours but I had only a few friend. So, going to school for the first time an being surrounded by strangers is not what I was ready for.

Even though, we lived in the States since I was 2 years old, kindergarden was definitely not the place that I wanted to be in. I couldn't even recall who were my best buds during those days. But I do remember this one 'mat salleh' boy who will always walk home with me and my mom who picked me up from school almost every day. Kenapa aku kata, 'almost'. It's because there was one day that she was late. Normally, she would already be in front of the door, waiting for me to come out from the class. But there was one day that when I got out of class, I realized she wasn't there. As a naive kid, yes, I panicked. I didn't cry though but I built up all the courage I had and walked home, alone! I could still visualised the school patrol (errr...betul ke panggil camtuh ek, lupa le. Nih, org yang tolong kids cross the road), stopping the traffic and I ran across the road. And before reaching my housing area, there's a wide road which is dangerous for a small kid to cross. But yes again, I remember there was this teenage guy who held my hand and helped me across. I arrived home safely but cried like mad while knocking the door. My mum was just ready to fetch me but it seems I arrived first.

Another kindergarden memory that I can still recall was again when my mum came late to pick me up. I dont know how suddenly I joined the other kids queuing for lunch. Ok, sudah semestinya la makanan kat situ tak halal, so who was I to know? I already took the tray but fortunately my mum arrived on time. She took the tray from my hand and brought me home. I never understand why my mum did that, but I also didnt care to ask.

Hmmm...as for the lesson in school that I could remember was when the teacher asked us to make a photo frame from dough. I certainly enjoyed
doing and at the same time playing with it. There was also egg hunting during Easter. We had to find chocolate eggs hiding everywhere at the playground.

Oh well, I think that's enough with my kindergarden memories. It was the beginning of my life as a student. And the beginning of everything that is coming ahead....

+posted by arkarnax @ 1:11 PM