Eating a piece of chicken in my hostel's dining hall was consider luxurious.
It was sad to say that my days in boarding school was not that glamorous. Besides having cool friends and being independent, my teachers rarely entered the class to teach (because they were under the impression that we were already smart, I guess), the facilities and its maintenance were not up to boarding school's standard and the food was really bad. The only frequent changes I saw was in the principal's room and the office furniture;)
Yes, I was a bit rebellious. If you ever been in my shoes, you would know why. When my Malay Math teacher was not paying attention to my polite requests (not just one) of, "Cikgu, saya minta maaf. Boleh ulang sebab saya tak faham?"; I immediately became a very stubborn student.
I struggled to score, which resulted in long hours of studying with other friends. As an exchange, I polished the seniors' shoes, washed their clothes or queued in the dining to get other people's food and not mine. That was the price I had to pay for having such an ignorant teacher. That happened when I was in form two.
Note: there was no extra class or tution - we were solely depending on our subject teacher.
I was lucky. During my examination year, after crying in front of the principal along with other friends, we got a Chinese teacher who treated us like her own children. She taught us during recess and as a result, I got an A with only two incorrect answers during PMR! I still remember her until today. She was my saviour.
When my parents kissed me for my excellent result, I introduced that Chinese teacher and totally ignored the Malay who was boasting like she was the one who saved me from my early failures.
Please, if you're a teacher, don't do this. I'm still finding a way to forgive that Malay teacher until today.
One of the many things I had to do during my struggle days was food surveying. My seniors would asked us to go to the dining hall and surveyed the food and then conveyed the message to them; telling them what type of food were we expecting for dinner.
We would expect the seniors grunt if we said the dining hall was serving fish, a nod if it was beef, and a hooray if it was chicken. Some seniors even asked us to take the food for them. They just came down to eat like princesses in the fairy tale. Hohoho...talk about bully:)
I couldn't remember how long was the dining hall staff have been serving us with Kambas Masak Air, Pecal Kangkung and Ikan Jaket Goreng Tanpa Garam. There were few months where they have not served chicken at all. Our seniors were becoming demanding, we had to check almost everyday.
I was not that happy, but I had to do it for the sake of my Math's homework. So, I prepared my baju kurung, my socks and shoes earlier (we had to be formal and presentable). Then I went down together with my friends. Before we reached the dining hall to check the menu we bumped into our juniors. One of the juniors told us, "Ayam masak merah!" They said they saw big red chunks in the containers.
So, we returned and shouted, "Ayam Masak Merah!"
The whole hostel was happy and we saw everyone started to put on their baju kurung.
One of my seniors, who was very choosy when it came to food - yet the biggest bully; quickly went to the dining hall and jumped the queue.
She said, "Abang! Jangan bagi dada! Bagi kepak!"
The dining hall staff looked at her strangely while putting the big red chunk into her tray.
"Ikan mana ada kepak, dik. Ni...talipia masak merah," he said.
Our eyes quickly scanned the floor.
The seniors' friends were laughing. The boys in the other queue were laughing too. The embarassment was what she had to face that day. It was because of US.
At the seniors' table, we could hear her grunting while eating. Of course, from what we heard, she was a daughter of one of the richest people in KL. Fish was not her favourite food and her father has contributed a lot to the PIBG ;P
It was a good thing that she might brought that matter up to her father - we bet the school would certainly listen to her father than ours.
That was for long term.
When she passed our table and glared, we knew what we were about to expect. Hohohoho...
That was for short term!
Terima Kasih, cikgu.
* Blair Waldorf is character in Gossip Girl. She is indeed a big bully:)
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