un-student
My years as a student is officially over, as of today!
(happysadfeelings).. 6 years of primary school, 6 years of high school/college, 6 years of uni… ohh and 2 years of kindy. That makes 20 schooling years!! Eeeks… That’s more than two-thirds of my life… (no wonder now so clevergirl already study so much)…
Memories of kindy…
I was kinda dyslexic in kindy. I only read Peter and Jane up to level 6 or something while my friends were reading levels 12 and all.. (that also I memorized what came with the pictures in the book because I couldn’t read!). Another traumatizing event at kindy was that my teacher slapped me quite hard on the back because she thought I was Aminah (it was Aminah being naughty and I was just sitting quietly in my spot next to her)… between my sobs I managed to tell her that I was NOT AMINAH! I acted as one of the mice in kindy concert (Pied Piper)… not very glorious.
of Primary School…
First day of school my friends taught me how to steal from the supermarket, which I did. Then they told the teacher and I was scolded (I’m starting to sound like such a loser kid)… Anyway my previous religious belief was that kids (and adults) who steal things will get their hands chopped off when they die, same goes for the tongue if i lied. At the wonderful age of 7 I’ve already done both and was terrified of dying and going to hell. I’m thankful that Jesus found me, died for me and forgave me of my past, wiped away my sins and gave me a new future, a new life. Plus won’t have to face hell…
High school…
Remember arriving 10mins late for school one day and was pleasantly surprised that morning assembly hasn’t started. Wandered around the place a little bit and was suddenly reminded by a fellow prefect that I was on duty that morning - to ring the school bell!! Loved volleyball - even though we had to do duckwalks around the court during training, to strengthen the proximal muscles…
Memories of Med School…moments:
of Tears…Holding a tiny three-month-old in my arms - he had liver disease and wouldn’t live for much longer if he didn’t receive a liver transplant… Couldn’t hold back the tears as I cuddled and prayed that God would heal him.
of Laughter… too many, thanks to my own jokes (and occasionally my coursemates’)
of Embarrassment… when I call out the wrong answers during tutes/lectures - but they usually don’t make me feel bad about it. Oh and also for thinking that a "Sister Mary Joseph" (name of a cancerous lesion) was the name of a nurse in the operating theatre…
GLAD TO BE GRADUATING SOON!! The big day is 3rd December 05!
