I can still remember those days, when I was in Standard 2, how we adored our teachers. My friends and I will get up early to get to school. Waiting in the hall patiently to detect our class teacher’s red Kancil strove into the parking lot. We rushed like a swarm of bees to open the door for her. Each offering themselves to just carry her books into the teacher’s room. Able to carry the teacher’s bag was a self-actualization during that time. Those were unable to carry her bag walked out with such disappointment and agony. Teachers, in those times are like ‘Superstars’, with little paparazzi asking for autographs.
Furthermore, we bowed our heads and wished our teachers, ‘Selamat sejahtera, cikgu’ each time we past them by. How we treat our teachers with such respect and dignity. We dig a big hole in our parents’ pockets, each wanting to give their best present to their teachers.
Well, things change as we get older, especially in secondary years. Yes, we do respect our teachers but not to that extend of queuing up to carry her bag. We got a little more, innovative, putting our creativity in nicknaming our teachers. We giggled at their jokes and laughed hysterically when the teachers had to play games during Sports Day.
As I was recalling my memories, I am thankful to have noble teachers who go beyond their job specification which is teaching. They educate us with love, raising us up to be man and woman of integrity. Thank you, for every ‘rotan marks’ on our hands, for every nagging in assembly hall and for the knowledge and inspiration you gave.
