Another year has begun. Naturally, I have to let go my
beloved 2012 students. As much as I love them to bits, I can’t see another year
of teaching them. Studying language with the same teacher for three years in a
row (to some of them) could be dreadful. But that’s the beauty of anything temporal.
Something beautiful, that is fleeting might be more appreciated than years and
years of static stability. Still, I miss those days.
So life went on. Sometimes,
they visited me. Actually, almost daily. Safe to say, every other day. I enjoy
those visits, since grading papers in the lonely staff room at 2.30 in the
evening is really not the highlight of my life.
They reported on a project that they had to do for a school
event. As a capacity of someone now removed from their colourful life, filled
with drama of all kinds, I could only listen and say something positive. I
heard their laments, the fears and news of a mutiny within a mutiny. How
exciting! I kept saying that things are going to work out in the end. I tried
to creep back into their lives but they kind of said, “Teacher, we can do this
on our own. Just let us do it the way we want to do it.” Sadly, my heart
breaking bit by bit, I let them do it their own way.
The night before their big day, I dreamt about the kids with
a drama I haven’t seen. That is the level of my obsession. I knew they would be
able to pull it off. I sat there, watching them doing a last minute run of
their little sketch. And for the briefest moment, I felt I am a part of their
brilliant and sweet life. Maybe I am, maybe not, depending on whose point of
view I am speaking about.
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| These boys will give Aaron Aziz a run for his money |
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| These boys will give the Juvana boys a run for their money |
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| Ustaz Azhar Idrus will have to find a new crowd |
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| The old gang is back |
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| You carry this all the time with you? Referring to love letters/ romantic poems |
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| A boy has gotta try |
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| No words can describe the beauty of this final scene. What happened to me in high school? Oh yeah, I was in an all-girls boarding school |
And they did. It was hilarious. It was awkward. But it was
definitely entertaining. They practiced on Saturday without adult supervision. Balloons
streamed down from the balcony. When did they do that? Syazatul lamented that
the audience were silent at the end. I could only say that they didn’t
understand some parts at the end. This isn’t the ’12 Jam di Pasir Salak’. This
is a comedy in a foreign language.
Ah, the memories.
