A few days back, a boy from SK Pykett Methodist (the school I went for practicum) messaged me reminding me of his exam.
See, I have never had a younger sibling and naturally I hate the notion that there are people younger than me but going to that school for a few weeks is the most amazing experience ever. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I have been wanting to write about the school and the kids for a while back but I know that no words can do justice for what I have been feeling towards the school and the boys (oh, the school is a boys’ school). I would never have expected that somewhere in Penang, there's a boys' school that will steal my heart away :)
Writing this makes me wanna cry. The boys; they are so adorable, so innocent and oh so loud (they shout when talking to me who is just next to them). They’re my babies.
I cannot think of words to express my feelings. They gave me happiness that I have been longing for for quite some time. After the practicum, whenever I feel like driving aimlessly, I would always make sure I’ll be going to the school. Just sitting in my car outside the school in the middle of the night, makes me smile.
Nampak tenang? Jangan terpedaya. it can be craaazzyy!!
Boy, did they leave impact. The boys, the teachers, the canteen’s makcik and kakak are all nice. I am truly blessed. Truly. This experience is one of the things I am proud of.
The teachers are welcoming. Not one single soul is rude because I’ve been to a school briefly for a research back then where a teacher is damn rude. Not going to name any name but the fact that she is a senior and hold a very important position in the school makes me lose respect towards her. Enough with the negativity coz I’m writing about this beautiful experience that not many get the chance to experience.
Thinking about the boys makes me smile. Oh, I just don’t know how to express it. My friends would have known how I would react when I’m excited.
Oh I love them too much I’m thanking God for giving me this f*&%ing amazing opportunity.
I’m thinking of writing about some of the boys in the future. I just don’t want to forget them.
p.s: thinkin about them makes me wanna dance.
p.s2: oh, I’m smiling writing this entry.
p.s3: Alhamdulillah.
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