my memory: leaving 25... (p3)
Never had the idea what orientation-week for new students was all about and I thought as soon as we were registered, I’d be heading to the class on Monday. It was the first time I met Faiez. Well, honestly I didn’t recall that much the group session except the teacher, Cikgu Afifee and the group called me Razif Sidek.
92/93
1 teratai. That was the name of my class when I was in F1. Cikgu Sabri was our class teacher and Cikgu Jamilah, the assistant. One thing that remembered the most about being in F1 was the session of introducing yourself to the class and we had it done few times, to each teacher that taught our class and also to few newcomers of the class. It came to a point that we knew how certain people in our class had his or her own style introducing themselves either the intonation, the script etc.
It was the first time I was introduced to the debate thing. I put my name for the competition during the orientation week and I screwed up on the first match as I didn’t prepare for it. It was one big story to the school especially the debate club. Well imagine how I attended the match for sake of attending and came out to apology that I was not prepared. I still remember how the judges mildly laughed at me, and as expected my team lost.
But I made up on the next match for 3rd and 4th place match, where my performance gained me a place in the debate club. I was chosen as the best speaker for the match. They impressed with me, well the teachers and the seniors. That was the beginning of my life as the school debater.
I guess that was one of the best thing I’d ever being , back when I was in SEMSAS. My devotion was that much as I really loved it. Once I remember how my teacher quoted me as the next school debaters etc. In fact, I led my class team to impress the school with our ability to thrash the upper form and cruised up till semi-final during the annual inter-class debate competition. Well, we lost to Safwan’s team then. But the semi was a big story of the school as it was a very fight one and I lost the chance to be the best speaker as I did the summary part too long…more than allowable time. That what was bro. Sukarno told me, and Safwan won the best speaker.
Other than debate, I enjoyed that much our class. May be being the freshers, the teachers treated us like their babies. Cikgu Afifee was very closed to our batch and we had fun attending his art class. I never thought that art could be that much fun…we painted the school walls with our own mural design, more and more. I think I did pretty well in the subject.
My academic performance was pretty impressive back then. I was on top of my class and 3rd in the form during the mid-year but then I placed myself on top of my form in the final year exam with 9 A’s and 1B and a C…well that was Arabic paper which I didn’t like that much. In fact the B was for English and I would have got myself 10 A’s if they didn’t increase the band for A.
Even though things turned out well for me, the life in the hostel had never been a wonder one for me. It took me time to get myself fit into it. My first few months was like been in a prison for me. May be I was that homesick. May be and may be … I still remember how me and my dorm mates – Jasmi, Maaruf, Eddy and Sae…kept thinking about moving out etc. But sure, we loved our big brother of the dorm..abg Jihad. Hehe…
Being 13 was a great experience, in a sense of entering the early phase of teen. But it wasn’t wonder at all to do most of the things on your own as you leave far away from your family. They said it was what we call learning to be independent…but when I think back, it was not meant for everybody…some might broke, some might survive and I did survive…my first year in SEMSAS…
92/93
1 teratai. That was the name of my class when I was in F1. Cikgu Sabri was our class teacher and Cikgu Jamilah, the assistant. One thing that remembered the most about being in F1 was the session of introducing yourself to the class and we had it done few times, to each teacher that taught our class and also to few newcomers of the class. It came to a point that we knew how certain people in our class had his or her own style introducing themselves either the intonation, the script etc.
It was the first time I was introduced to the debate thing. I put my name for the competition during the orientation week and I screwed up on the first match as I didn’t prepare for it. It was one big story to the school especially the debate club. Well imagine how I attended the match for sake of attending and came out to apology that I was not prepared. I still remember how the judges mildly laughed at me, and as expected my team lost.
But I made up on the next match for 3rd and 4th place match, where my performance gained me a place in the debate club. I was chosen as the best speaker for the match. They impressed with me, well the teachers and the seniors. That was the beginning of my life as the school debater.
I guess that was one of the best thing I’d ever being , back when I was in SEMSAS. My devotion was that much as I really loved it. Once I remember how my teacher quoted me as the next school debaters etc. In fact, I led my class team to impress the school with our ability to thrash the upper form and cruised up till semi-final during the annual inter-class debate competition. Well, we lost to Safwan’s team then. But the semi was a big story of the school as it was a very fight one and I lost the chance to be the best speaker as I did the summary part too long…more than allowable time. That what was bro. Sukarno told me, and Safwan won the best speaker.
Other than debate, I enjoyed that much our class. May be being the freshers, the teachers treated us like their babies. Cikgu Afifee was very closed to our batch and we had fun attending his art class. I never thought that art could be that much fun…we painted the school walls with our own mural design, more and more. I think I did pretty well in the subject.
My academic performance was pretty impressive back then. I was on top of my class and 3rd in the form during the mid-year but then I placed myself on top of my form in the final year exam with 9 A’s and 1B and a C…well that was Arabic paper which I didn’t like that much. In fact the B was for English and I would have got myself 10 A’s if they didn’t increase the band for A.
Even though things turned out well for me, the life in the hostel had never been a wonder one for me. It took me time to get myself fit into it. My first few months was like been in a prison for me. May be I was that homesick. May be and may be … I still remember how me and my dorm mates – Jasmi, Maaruf, Eddy and Sae…kept thinking about moving out etc. But sure, we loved our big brother of the dorm..abg Jihad. Hehe…
Being 13 was a great experience, in a sense of entering the early phase of teen. But it wasn’t wonder at all to do most of the things on your own as you leave far away from your family. They said it was what we call learning to be independent…but when I think back, it was not meant for everybody…some might broke, some might survive and I did survive…my first year in SEMSAS…