Memory

The day had finally arrived, the day that I'll finally enroll myself in secondary school. I remembered that day like it was yesterday. Sekolah Sultan Alam Shah, a name of a very famous school in Malaysia. I was accepted there as a Form 1 student. I was a bit happy because entering the school was one of my dream. My parents and sisters sent me there with a bit sadness. To be truth, they never wanted me to go.

But I thought that entering the school would be the best for me. So my parents agreed to sent me there even though they thought that it would be better for me to just stay at home. I was pleased with my parents' decision. I went to the registration table and I met Ammar. One of my friend in primary school. We shook hands and our father talked about the school and everything. I was a bit anxious that day remembering the fact that I'll be staying in the hostel for the next five year. In my heart, I pray that I'll be able to go through it.

Then, the time had come where my parents had to live. My thought at that time was, I'll be able to do this. I was quite confident at that time. I had a shower and then went straight to my bed. I lied there looking at the ceiling. C3, Jamil Rais. I clearly remembered my house name and my dorm number. There are six houses. Dato' Onn, Halimi, Jamil Rais, Aminuddin Baki, Zaaba and Hishamuddin. Luck was not on my side, I was placed away from my friends. Ammar was placed in Zaaba and Ilham was placed in Halimi. Even though Ilham's dorm was just beside mine, we barely met each other.

Then, at night we had couples of programs set up by the Pembimbing Rakan Sebaya. I had fun as I got to know many new friends from all over the country. As I walked back to my dorm at 11 o'clock, I had a thought about my parents. What are they doing right now and I felt that it would be nice if I was with them now. I felt like crying but I toughen up. However, I ended up crying on my bed thinking about my family. I missed them a lot. I can't really slept that night, I thought about what would happen if a ghost showed up. I kept praying that it would never happen.

At 5.30 in the morning, I called my mom and when I heard her voice, I cried. Yes, in front of all my hostel mates, I cried. I don't feel anything at that moment. My thought at that time was I need to get home no matter what it takes. But things got smoother later that day and I called my mom saying that I want to try and stay there for a couple more days. But then, everything changed, I called my parents and they took me home. The school gave me an opportunity to think about quitting the school.

The next day, I went back to school. My dad promised me that by tomorrow, I'll be out of the school. I was relieved to hear that. I went through activities that day normally. I slept well that day. The day finally arrived, the teacher called me out of the hall. I knew at that moment, there's no turning back. I must make up my mind and I did. I went into the car and had my last view of the school. I was out from the school for good.

When I think back about this a year later, I thought that it would be nice if I had just stayed at the school remembering the fact that I love the school but I just can't handle the pressure of staying in a hostel. However, I believed that this is the best path that Allah had chosen for me. After getting out of the school, I settled in Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Putrajaya Presint 8 (1). An ordinary school maybe, but this school is the school that taught me about life and education. The school where I achieved many unbelievable achievements.

I had a short stay at SAS, but the experience was invaluable. It taught me to appreciate my parents and siblings. It certainly did taught me that being in a boarding school is not a must. My mother keep telling me that, no matter where you are, as long as you study and work hard, you can achieve what you want. And yes, being in a boarding school like SAS and MCKK won't guarantee you success. It all depend on yourself, if you learn you succeed and if you don't you failed.

Even some of the best students for SPM are not from boarding school but they managed to grab every opportunity to be successful and I want to be just like them. I want to prove to everybody that even though I'm a daily school student, I can be amongst the best. Being in SAS taught me a lot about life but it never taught me about manners. What we know is that we must respect the seniors. How can we respect them if they never respect us? Seriously, I can't believe the seniority thing practiced by the student of the school.

That's all I guess for now. I'll update this blog later. By the way, this is my hundredth post. Yeayyy!

Till then,
Ciao XD