My First Day At School

I had it in my head all-school-break long, I was gonna write this yesterday. Unfortunately, my work comes before blog.

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I remembered my first time in school, year 1989. I was a speck of dust, really small that mom worried about me carrying my bag pack. My first attempt landed me on my back. Yeah, I was tiny and weak.

It was Monday morning, mom took the day off to send me to school.

Upon registration, I was assigned to 1A. My first deskmate was the principal’s grandson, Najwa, dark and handsome. I took my seat and stared at him when he offered a black pencil color. I took out my 24-color pencil and smirked. HAH! I have more colors than you do! *kids*

Some of them were crying while stomping their feet. I had no reason to weep, school was nothing new for someone who’s been to nursery since 3 years old.

While the teacher was giving her introductory speech, I looked outside and saw flocks of parent waving at they’re kids from the aisle, so was my beautiful mom. I signalled her that I’ll be ok, so just go, leave me be.

There she stood, her eyes gently gazed mine as tears build up.

I never understood why she cried then. It was this morning I realized, those weren’t tears of joy nor sadness. It was HOPE.

In dire hope that her son will turn out good and noble. Hope that he’ll be useful to the society. Hope that she released him under safe hands. Hope that, what I learned from today onwards will shape me into a better person.

Ma, thank you! Thank you for standing on that aisle all this while, waiting to catch my fall. If it wasn’t for you, I KNOW, I wouldn’t have come this far.

ps: Funny. I wrote this with tears running down my cheek.

57 Replies to “My First Day At School”

  1. masa 1st day sekolah saya tak nangis. yang register kan kelas adalah kak ngah saya. 2nd week baru saya menangis. sebab yang hantar sekolah mak saya. saya menangis tak bagi mak saya balik. sebab saya tau kalau mak saya balik saya tak kan jumpa mak saya lagi untuk beberapa hari akan datang. jadi setiap kali mak saya hantar saya akan nangis.

    saya sedih!

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  2. Writing something about my mom.. always make tears running down my cheek too.

    Reading this, reminds me of my 1st day at school as well. Just that, I was alone. My mom dropped me and off she went to work 🙂 Blurry memory though..

    ps: *wiping my tears*. Satu-satunya entri NH yang menyengat hati nurani.. 😥 😥

    pss: I think I share many similar things with you. ➡ You probably know what I mean.

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