Teachers, you are never forgotten

Just 4 days ago, we celebrated the greatest woman on earth, our mother.  Now, it's Teachers' turn to come up to the podium and receive our standing ovation for all the great work done, developing our future through properly educating our children.  It's the same feelings I have with one I got on Mothers' Day.  It doesn't feel right to show appreciation towards them in only this one special day in a year.  But think much more deeply about this, it's not that we actually appreciate them on this one day, ONLY, we do appreciate them all the time.  Just like we appreciate our loved ones' being in our lives, we forever, every single second of our lives, grateful for their birth in this world, that brought so much happiness into it.  However, we don't celebrate it everyday, although we do feel grateful all the time.  We celebrate it only once a year, on that special birthday, where he can feel and truly feel appreciated.  You know what, object this if you don't agree, the most special words like 'I love you' and 'I am sorry', if you just say them everyday, every single day (except if  you say it with all  your heart and might), it may be exposed to the danger of becoming too bland that it took away the 'special' element in it.  Hence the setting aside of one special day in a year to appreciate and show our love and gratefulness for certain special people that they truly are never forgotten and always be appreciated.

Reminiscing back to my school days, I had met so many different kinds of teachers.  They are few of them who really left marks in my life that are meant to last forever.  One of them was Ms. Winnie.  She was my class teacher in Primary 1. The only thing that I can remember about her is her kindness, her gentleness in treating us small children.  I felt really appreciated and respected. Then Ms. Suhaida.  I was really rebellious towards her.  She tried to show her care for me, when I had my bout of headache (yup, I had that problem since I was 8 years old, and still have that until now), but I shoved her aside (had an amazingly enormous but unnecessary ego that time) and refused to be sent back home or rest in staffroom. Ms. Jamaliah, she was beautiful, played badminton well, funny and she took me to town and bought me my beautiful shoes. Grin*.  Mr. Jonuron (now Mr. Salman), my genius Math teacher from Kudat.  He taught us when I was in Primary 6.  My Math improved a lot, thanks to his simple yet effective method, I fell in love with the subject.  Unlucky me, however, I only managed to score B in UPSR. Well, he was also our (Boy) Scout teacher.  I remembered he grew his nails on three of his left fingers, thumb, index and pinky. I admired him so much (pupil-teacher's way) that I grew my nails exactly on those 3 fingers.  When he performed a spotcheck on our nails, he was about to scold and punish me but I cleverly answered him, 'But Sir, I am just growing them just like you, you see, your nails are long too." Then his intention died straightaway.

In high school, I had the meanest teacher in my whole life, Ms. Caroline.  She threw my book down into the drain, from our class, which was on the 3rd floor.  She slapped (with book) whoever pissed her off. And her yells, huh, I guess finally we became immune to it. Her male counterpart was our Discipline and Bahasa Malaysia teacher, Mr. Lamidi.  But being a 'good and innocent' girl at school, I didn't have much problem with his presence. Then one of the best teacher was our English teacher, Mr. Veejay.  He was the nicest of them all.  He was our hockey coach too.  Seeing something in me, he was willing to sacrifice, take responsibility in making sure I was in our school hockey team, and our District hockey team, competing in the State Level in Tawau.  Our Physics and Chemistry (cum Math) teacher, Mr. ....(i forgot his name..was it Liew, can't remember...I can't believe this..) and Mr. Leong.  Their classes were where my 'naughtiness' started to show its face.  Hehehe....

Well, to write about all the teachers I have had in my school and college years would tire me out, and could be boring to the point it brings you to the edge of definite sleepiness.  

Anyway, all I want to say here, to all TEACHERS out there, even though I may not write this on my facebook wall, always remember that your deed is never forgotten.  I always appreciate what you have done, you have contributed and carved in me, that made me a person I am today.  Thank you so very much, dear Teachers.  

God bless you, abundantly and incessantly.