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The school's mission is to nuture its students minds and developing them into motivated learners and shape good characters and make them an assets to the community.
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Hard to say really...
This school holds many memories for me, both pleasant and unpleasant. And though I still have not decided (never bothered to, actually) if my stint there was good or bad overall, despite having graduated so long ago, I sometimes fondly recall those green, green days, when I was clueless about everything and maladjusted. At that awkward, nymphal stage, everything was a struggle -- studying, making new friendships (and keeping old ones), getting along with family members, and so on.
But things got better towards the end and I am grateful for some of the good times I have shared with various individuals, almost all of whom I no longer keep in contact with. I still remember having lunch with this dude, one of the few Malay friends I have ever made in my life, at some nearby prata place just before remedial classes. I still remember the infamous 'lians' in my class and how we used to chuckle non-stop at every little thing, whether funny or not (including the way our Chemistry teacher pronounced "delivery tube"). I remember my times with the "mother tongue gang" and how we always ended up talking trash and bitching about people even though we swore every time that we'd do our own studying, how we used to have breakfast at Macs on Saturday mornings, and how we used to laugh our heads off at the retarded librarian who got so pissed off at a group of students one time that she left her post at the counter and ran out of the library and down the corridor after them, like some headless chicken gone mad. I remember studying at night in the school library before O-Levels and how I and a friend used to hurl sweets and packets of food to this other friend seated three or four tables away by way of sharing our food (think in terms of the length of a classroom and that's how far apart we were). Needless to say, we made a lot of noise "exchanging" our food (and laughing) and probably pissed the librarian off, but we didn't care. And finally I remember (who wouldn't) the discipline master, Muthu, and his extraordinarily hairy ears and how he used to bark, growl, and snap at every student he was talking to.
Though I no longer see any of these people and have forgotten some of their names, I'm grateful for the awesome times I've shared with them and, even as I'm writing this post, I find myself yearning for those times despite hating that stage of my life. I think fond memories like these are what many grown-ups (and those growing up) need now and then.