old school

we managed to get in contact with classmates from year six. everybody's so excited, talking about a reunion, reminiscing old habits and trying their best to remember how did the others look like. twas btw funny to see how much we have changed, and how much we never changed. a friend, with whom i always quarrelled (except on the day we got our UPSR results :P) still manages to get on my nerves today, ten years later. grr. pegilah kau, hish. i felt small and grinny (is there such a thing as grinny?) like i did before when i was eleven years old. by the way i used to be quite small, too

anyway all these talk brings back the memories. and since this is the month of april let me tell you a story that happened in 1999 in the same month.

i was naughty and stubborn. but not so much, i was a prefect, and i came in late a lot of times, and that quite sums it up. one time i didn't pass up my bahasa melayu grammar book for, say, three times in a row, and the teacher wasn't happy with that. so i was called up to the front with another girl (twas you kan, hasanah?). the teacher started to bla bla bla about how the UPSR is coming and i was so naughty and do you really want to take the exam, or do you want to stay another year in standard six? (because i skipped the fourth year of primary school)

then (i quite forgot how it really went) she got all worked up and all of a sudden slapped me in the face. repeatedly. on both cheeks. because of a flimsy exercise book. then she remembered that she was also scolding another girl and slapped her too, one time only okay, after a second's hesitation. i can practically see the class drawing their breaths in shock, and honestly, i didn't see it coming. i mean, i was eleven. what do i know about the ups and downs of a woman's world?

a few days later she told me my father came to school and told her off, and that i was a tell-tale and an arrogant snob. you complete cow. i wouldn't tell such an embarassing story to anyone. my mother was teaching in the same school, and you told her yourself you slapped me, and what do you expect? i remember quite well that i did NOT tell my father, or any family members either. i didn't know he came to school either! you are a COWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

so anyway. i NEVER pass up my book after that. and i am writing this to warn those old classmates that we don't need any teachers in our reunion. i know a grudge is unhealthy but what the hell. she ruined all the memories of primary school.