I was sitting on the couch and literally looking outside the windowsills this morning. The coldness of the morning bit my toes giving me a chill throughout the body. I could smell the same ambience like before. Sighing "how I miss going to school".
Yeay you might sick after hearing like trillion times "how I miss going to school" uttered from my mouth. That's the fact cant be denied. No matter how old are you or how much experience you have, you will always feel the same thing.
The memories somehow paraded in my head like an old tape. My mom used to make quick fried rice. She just took about 5 minutes to make me breakfast when I was rushing to go to school. It was hard to wake me up. Even the loudest alarm could not beat the barrier of my eardrums. So mom would woke me up almost everyday. There were times where I was too fatigue and I slept like a log, so my mom screamed like a mad people while nagging at me which made me jump out of the bed as the result from being too shocked. Haha.
For almost every morning I woke up and running, jumping and sliding like a ninja before going to school. In fact, I liked doing things at the eleventh hour. I did not iron my uniform the night before which was one of the reason I was late going to school. If you ever saw me at the school wearing a nice ironed uniform, you will never know that it was wrinkled beneath the hijab and under the top. It saved my time from doing that! In spite of me being late, I took long time in the bathroom. I couldnt figure out why but 15 minutes in the shower room was ridiculous!
I rummaged through my drawer and the pile of clothes searching for a pair of sock. I still remember how I went to school wearing mismatched socks. How unorganized! When I was in form 1, I was caught for being late. You know that feeling when you were a newbie in a new school and you were late and there was nobody in the street. It was like I was sentenced to death from electrocution! But as time passes by, and you become a senior, you will never chicken out anymore. haha
My mom made me egg sandwiches as meal box for a week in a row! It had became a common thing till my classmates knew that I will eat my sandwiches in the class after we had our daily assembly. Every morning they saw me eating nasi goreng, egg sandwiches and nuggets. haha I ate them even after we had started our class session. And some of them went, "cikguuuu, dahlia makan dalam kelas". I did not get any scold because all teachers knew about me eating in the class. So they will let me go. After that, my classmates started to bring their own meal box. So we rarely went to the canteen. Not to mention our night classes, we had the same thing ; eating. We bought cookies, chocolate and even burgers! Killing two birds with one stone? haha study and eating at the same time. But of course, we focused and paid attention to our teachers. And to be concluded, 5 Cendekia always eat in the class without any permission.
I miss my tablemate. Nur Aqilah Binti Mohd Rosli. My tablemate, my best friend. We used to sing during Math sessions. To English songs, Malay songs, even Korean and Japanese songs! We were too loud that our friends behind us were irked. We love to make fun of each other, mocking each other and made beach sound because of one of us felt giddy. Have I ever mentioned before there were only 7 boys out of 34 students in our class? 3/4 were conquered by us the girls! So the class were totally chaotic. We acted like there weren't any boys in there. Poor them.
As a prefect, I really enjoy being one. Every morning, prefects would line up and do some annual checking to BRASSians. I would go mad when our underlings didnt do their job. So literally I was a good prefect. haha nahh, no I was not. I am a bad one haha even my underlings knew how playful I was. So briefly saying, this is my whole story about my life as a student. BRASS will always be in my heart always despite being 'sekolah luar bandar'. The best sekolah luar bandar in Kuantan!
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