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Thursday, 18 April 2013

Day 1 in a Chinese Primary School 在华小读的第一天 ( a story for my little brother)



Dear Diary,
I haven’t felt so lost in my life. No, I’m not talking about knowing meaning of life and things you experience when you’re going through midlife crisis. I’m not sure how that feels like yet. I’m only 7. Well, it’s the first day of my school today. Mum decided to send me to a Chinese primary school to study for 6 years. I think she made a really big mistake. I had no idea what my teachers and classmates were talking about. They were ranting in Mandarin which is an alien language to me. I haven’t heard people talking in Mandarin before. This is my very first time. I feel like I’m in another country except the environment is in Malaysia. I feel like an alien on earth, or rather a human in mars. You get what I mean, it feels weird.
And it can’t get any worse when teacher arrange for me to sit next to Brian. There’s only word to describe Brian and the word is “annoying”. Actually I think annoying is an understatement. Well luckily for Brian he understands Mandarin and doesn’t feel alien to this and unfortunate for me I have to depend on him to translate what teacher is saying. Let’s say he’s the most “helpful” translator and what I meant by helpful I’m saying it sarcastically. Sometimes, he refused to tell me what’s going on or what teacher is saying.
And the teacher is not helping either or that’s what I think according to Brian’s translation. She said: “In this class, you can’t speak English, Hokkien or Cantonese. Only Mandarin.” So how am I supposed to talk anyone and ask for help? I’m so doomed. What if she asks a question? Hopefully she won’t call my name cause I totally won’t know whether she’s asking a question or telling me to do something let alone answer a question. Actually how does my name sound like in Chinese again? Then how am I supposed to tell whether she’s calling my name or not? Maybe Brian would tell me. But seeing that she always has a big long stick or cane in her hand for beating students who didn’t pay attention in class, I think being quiet when being questioned doesn’t solve the problem. She might be thinking I was not paying attention in class and cane me. Oh no, what am I going to do? When the bell rang, I was so relieved that Brian told me school was over.
So I quickly packed my bag and walked to the school gate. I saw students still hanging out in school and I was the first to rush out of class but I didn’t care. It was all too overwhelming for me. So I sat at the bench near the school gate. Then I never felt so happy to see Mum. But Mum had a strange look on her face. The look when I did something wrong. Uh-oh, what did I do wrong? Then Mum finally asked: “why did you pack your bags? It’s recess. Not time to go home yet. I’m just here to give you some pocket money to buy food at the canteen”. Oh, no. It was going to be a long day at school.

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