About a month ago, I went to Qilah's school for her Hari Ibu Bapa. Arwah Ayah wasn't always big on Hari Ibu Bapa. He never attended any of my hari Ibu Bapa. I don't really know why la. But since Qilah is anak bongsu Ayah and Ibu, he always made a point to go. Now I am continuing his tradition. But there was one time that Ayah attended my Hari Ibu Bapa. I was in Form 3 at that time. Kot sebut nama sekolah pun korang tak percaya la kot haha.
Well, an incident happened few weeks before the Hari Ibu Bapa. I sucked at Bahasa Arab. Like super sucks. I survived the three years of school by copying my friend's homework and memorizing verse after verse after verse of arabic essays. So, nak jadik cerita, makcik sudah terkantoi for copying someone else's homework. The Ustazah marah2 and all then she asked me to berdiri atas kerusi. Makcik being kurang ajar and all buat muka keji la atas kerusi. So, the Ustazah halau makcik keluar kelas and kena berdiri la pulak kat koridor. You see, I was in a sekolah that sort of co-ed but not really co-ed. The boys' classrooms were in ground floor and first floor. While the girls' classrooms were in the second floor. Boys would use one route from their hostel to school, and the girls would use different route. The dewan makan was separated by thick curtains. The boys would go to the library during afternoon prep and the girls would go during evening prep. Padang for PE pun lain2. On sukan day, the boys would organize theirs on Saturday and the girls would organize theirs on Sunday. You get the picture, like the boys and girls will never bump into each other. If we did bumped into each other, both would have to merendahkan pandangan mata. Pergh la kan!
So the fact that I was asked to stand at the coridor...sangat la sadis because the boys from the lower floors could see me. Eventhough makcik tebal muka, still I was 15 yr old anak dara then..malu la. While standing at the corridor ntah macam mana ustazah tu tak jugak hilang marah, she threw my workbook from the 2nd floor. Bedebub jatuh buku tu kat ground floor. The ustazah asked me to get my workbook that she threw. By then, lots of boys dah start keluar kat koridor to see what the hell happened (hey, I would too hehe). So makcik pun pegila turun and pick up the book. Then bila naik atas, Ustazah tu suruh pulak makcik berdiri kat tiang bendera tempat assembly. That was the route that the boys would take when they went back to their hostel from school. And it was 12.45pm. Panas giller makcik kena berdiri kat tiang bendera tu. Honestly, I was more angry towards the teacher than feeling embarassed. 1 pm, I was still there while streams of boys balik ke hostel and lalu that area. You wouldn't believe the sneer, the jeer, kena gelak and all.
I cried when I called Ayah that evening. Ayah couldn't believe it at first. For him setakat rotan ke apa, biasala kan. He wouldn't complaint coz dia pun ada gak rotan makcik hehehe. But for Ayah, what the ustazah did was a huge humiliation for a 15 year old girl that he actually came to my Hari Ibu Bapa to ask (not to complaint, yet) the Ustazah what really happened. My Cikgu Kelas was shocked too when we told her about the incident. When we confronted the Ustazah, she admitted it. Ayah pun tak cakap banyak sebab it was true that makcik copied homework orang. So when I received my SRP results, Ayah immedietly agreed with me to transfer to Sains Muar hehe.
See, takde la pulak kitaorg nak heboh pegi Kementerian or contact TV3 nak complain kan.
Unlike the recent development of cikgu rotan budak cikgu yg kena balik, budak cekik cikgu, cikgu jugak yg kena balik. I think budak2 sekarang ni agak lembik la. Baru kena sikit dah heboh report sana sini. Kesian cikgu2 zaman sekarang. A few friends from Sains Muar last time had it worse when they were caught bullying other students. Tapi tuh la, berani buat berani tanggung la kan.
Cikgu suruh senyap kau tak nak senyap. Bila cikgu denda, kau nak lawan balik cikgu tu. Bila kena buang sekolah...heboh la masuk TV cakap tak adil apa semua.
Apa punya perangai la kan.
