Skip to main content

Once a smart student, forever a smart student


Being in a field so closely associated with academics, I can't help but reminisce my good old school days.  The most distinctive pages of my early school days were those prideful days when I became a regular recipient of year-end achievement.  Every year, without fail, my school would hold its year-end Concert Day.  This was the day I looked forward to.  Not only did I get to perform on stage, it was THE important day where my hardwork throughout the year got recognised and rewarded. 

Flipping through the pages of my report book which I have kept til now, I was quite amazed that I was, in fact, a smart student then.  Don't get me wrong that I am prematurely diagnosed with Alzheimer but I just couldn't recollect the moments when my parents actually 'celebrated' pridefully of their daughter's academic achievement. Neither were they boastful to anyone (including relatives,friends or neighbours) how well their daughter did in school.  There were no gifts from them to reward my excellent results.  All I got were story books from the school. 

I still could recall those moments my name was called as the recipient of the top 1 to 3 position in the overall yearly examinations.  Going up on stage to receive my well-deserved reward was more overwhelming if my parents were present in the audience.  'I made my parents proud!' was as exclaimed through the anticipating eyes on my face.  "And they are there in the audience."

Without their presence, it was just the routine walking to the stage, bow, say 'thank you' book receiving ceremony.  'I work hard and did my best and I deserve the prize' was reeling in my mind each time I was 'alone'. 

I know I did well in my studies but it came with a lot of hard work.  And, it didn't cross my mind that what I had left behind is a legacy of consistent and commendable academic achievement which can now make my children proud.  As far as I could remember, I wasn't pressured at all by my parents to excel in my studies. I had naturally wanted to be the top student.  Achieving good results was something I pushed myself to.

Our school used to hold three terms of test annually.  Apart for 3 terms in the 16 terms of my entire primary education (2 terms in Year 1 and 5, and 3 terms each from Years 2,3,4 and 6) where I only achieved 7th, 5th and 6th ranking, I consistently stayed on the top 3 with 9 terms impressively emerging as the top student.  Talking about consistent toiling. 

To have this 'smart student' label tagged to me until I breathe my last breath is something anyone should be proud of.  It is much easier impressing upon the younger ones of what it takes to excel in their studies with such testimony to show them.  To top it all, the glory stays with the earner til eternity.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

My ambition was to be an accountant

From the first year I reached secondary school until I graduated, being an accountant had always been my first choice ambition.  It was only on my final year in Secondary 5 that my first choice had changed to being a 'Manageress'.  Somehow, as a child, an accountant gave me the impression of being a very highly-respectable profession.  Not only that, one can only call herself an accountant after passing all the necessary examinations.  She can't call herself one just because she holds the title of 'accountant'.  Having knowledge of this respectable profession or rather occupation, as what I knew last time, and the fact that not anyone can be an accountant, I told myself that that would be my choice.  How about doctors and lawyers? Aren't these respectable occupations? Oh yes, they are. And these earn a lot of money too.  I had even  thought about whether I would be able to be a good lawyer as being a lawyer means one needs to ha...

Why people blog?

Why people blog? The latest bug is lurking and penetrating to people from all walks of life, be they politicians, housewives (oh no, homemakers please as they prefer to be called due to their diverse duties), royal blood, retirees, entrepreneurs, corporate high-flyers, celebrities and more common people like me and some of you reading this post. A blogging family of father (the new or 'old' kid of the blog) and daughter , interesting. Actually, Tun Mahathir has been sharing his voices but this time he cleverly uses a different and wider platform. Each blogger has different objective/s. The bug got some into trouble , brings some peace of mind and even prosperity. The power of this bug has been grossly under-estimated until the government's ruling party's so-called unexpected 'defeat'. As for me, a better life is what I'm hoping for. For someone who used to sneer at blogging as a way to 'show-off' one's talents and 'announcing' to the wor...

It's never too late

"No matter where you are in life right now, no matter who you are, no matter how old you are - it is never too late to be who you are meant to be." - Esther & Jerry Hicks. I am already, what my other half describes as 'half-way through our lives'.  Starting out a venture on my own since about three years ago, I never thought that age is a barrier.  I only know that I need to move on and I know that I will not be any better had I stayed where I was. Where we are in life - there is never a right time in life to do something different.  When one has just graduated from college, it's a norm for parents to expect their kids to join the working world to gain some experience as well as to recoup the investment costs in their kids' education. After a few years, one would have accumulated too many commitments to be even bold enough to take a risk doing something on his own in view of the fixed and steady salary.  Then, come the additional precious member...