I was in form one when I first me him and he looks so stern back then. One particular thing that I truly remember about him is that he never grows his hair more than one inch. *Really. Trust me.* The way he walked confidently though he was carrying his out-of-shape tummy and his bald head attached firmly on my brain and until now I can still see the image flashing through my eyes. Well, he is not that out-of-shape actually. It’s a normal thing for a guy in his late 30’s right? Haha…
In 2003, I was the first batch to learn maths and science in English. I found it quit tough at first but this guy made it easy for me. He taught me in a way that I can easily understand those complicated calculations. I was confused with the addition involving negative and positive sign. Then, he drew on the whiteboard the positive and negative signs. He told us to imagine that both are guys an girls, so just paired them up. He crossed out the paired negative and positive signs and reminded us that what were left is the answer. If -2 plus +3, the two -ve signs will pair with the two +ve signs and leave out the one +ve sign. In conclusion, the answer is 1 and I was like, O.O. Ohhhh~ Now I understand. Haha
Learning maths was my priority at that time and it was the reason that I forced myself to get up every morning, preparing myself to school. Frankly speaking, I’m not that good in Maths but I’ll study harder so that I’ll get excellent results in order to please him.
He was cheerful and no doubt zestful while teaching maths. He likes to crack out jokes and sometimes was very playful. Apart from that, he is good in mimicry and I love it whenever he mimicked Mr. Bean. He was so Mr. Bean and I’ll laugh my head off.
Learning maths was exclusive as we did not learn it in the classroom but in another special room. Thus, every time we had maths, we will line up in pairs and walked there. We called it the ‘metal room’ because most of the stuffs in there were made of metals except for the chairs, windows and whiteboard. Haha. That was what I thought. Up till now I still don’t know why they called it the ‘metal room’ and why were we studying only maths in it.
The ‘metal room’ was a sole place for him and he spent most of his time there despite the fact that he had his own table in the staffroom. It was like he own the place because other teachers rarely use it.
He, the guy that I was talking about is my Maths teacher, Abdul Halim Shah but I addressed him as Sir. He taught me Maths for three years and he was the one who first called me ‘Y’. This was because there were two other students who have the same name as me, Nursyafiqah. He came out with the solution of adding our father name whenever he called us and as for me, I am Syafiqah Y. As he found it still confusing, he made it shorter by just calling me Y. He was the only person who addressed me Y before Cha and Sofia called me by the name too.
I became close with him when I was in form two. I don’t know how and why we are close. I mean close in terms of teacher and student. Sometimes I’ll share my problem with him or just talked about the gossips of the day and he’ll tease me whenever he got the chance while I will show him my blur and innocent face. Hakhak…
One occasion involving him that I remember the most was in 2005. It was on the 28th of July and I was celebrating my 15th birthday. That morning we had our Maths class with him and he said to me that he wanted to see me afterward. I thought that he was just playing around setting up a prank on me again and I just ignored him. Then, we had out tuition class during the night. I was the last one along with Hakimah to leave the class. Suddenly, he called out my name and I went to see him. Guess what? He took something out of his bag and gave it to me. It was a birthday present for me. Weeee~ I was delighted and touched as I never expect that he’ll remember my birthday. ^-^
We were still keeping in touch even after I came here, to KBU. Last Chinese New Year I went back to Raub and was so shocked to know that he was warded. I was lucky enough that my friend told me about it. I went to visit him with my best friend Sofia and it was such a journey. At first we went to buy some fruits for him. Then, we went to the hospital but they already discharged him. After that we went to his house but he was no there. I was so stupid that I did not call him first as he was actually at his mother’s house.
I was so happy that after such a long time we got the chance to talk about lots of thing. He lost lots of weight and became so thin after coming back from Mecca. He was totally different from before and I hardly recognised him. However, although he was sick but he was what he was, cheerful and can still teasing people around. I’m happy that he’s back, recovering and lost his weight (haha) but still I’m worried of his condition because he’s not losing his weight normally but because he was sick.
Sofia and I spent hours talking to him. What was funny about the visit was that we forgot to discard the price tag on the fruits we had bought. It was on the next day that we remembered it. It was shameful! How can I forget about it? Luckily that he never mentioned about it, of course he did not want to make us to feel more ashamed. Haha…
The last time I contacted him was last month asking on how he was doing, whether he had put on weight or not. Last 31st of March was his birthday and as usual I sent a birthday MMS. It was weird because he did not reply my message and he never did that. I waited for two days but cannot hold myself anymore so I asked Ustaz Faizal, his colleague regarding Sir Halim’s condition because I felt uneasy about it.
Ustaz told me that Sir was warded to the Kuantan Hospital, undergoing an operation on his eyes. I was shocked and devastated because no one had told me about it and kind of angry as I’m not aware of his condition. I did not really focus on my life and study these four days thinking of him and my sister, who went for treatments in Kelantan. Thankfully that my sister is recovering and showing some improvements; she can walk and pronounce words now. Alhamdulillah.
Sir Halim, he survived the operation and will be back in Raub soon. I wish that I can go back to Raub, pay him and my sister a visit. I can’t wait to see him and I really miss the good old days we spent together. He was like a father to me. I miss him so much.
In 2003, I was the first batch to learn maths and science in English. I found it quit tough at first but this guy made it easy for me. He taught me in a way that I can easily understand those complicated calculations. I was confused with the addition involving negative and positive sign. Then, he drew on the whiteboard the positive and negative signs. He told us to imagine that both are guys an girls, so just paired them up. He crossed out the paired negative and positive signs and reminded us that what were left is the answer. If -2 plus +3, the two -ve signs will pair with the two +ve signs and leave out the one +ve sign. In conclusion, the answer is 1 and I was like, O.O. Ohhhh~ Now I understand. Haha
Learning maths was my priority at that time and it was the reason that I forced myself to get up every morning, preparing myself to school. Frankly speaking, I’m not that good in Maths but I’ll study harder so that I’ll get excellent results in order to please him.
He was cheerful and no doubt zestful while teaching maths. He likes to crack out jokes and sometimes was very playful. Apart from that, he is good in mimicry and I love it whenever he mimicked Mr. Bean. He was so Mr. Bean and I’ll laugh my head off.
Learning maths was exclusive as we did not learn it in the classroom but in another special room. Thus, every time we had maths, we will line up in pairs and walked there. We called it the ‘metal room’ because most of the stuffs in there were made of metals except for the chairs, windows and whiteboard. Haha. That was what I thought. Up till now I still don’t know why they called it the ‘metal room’ and why were we studying only maths in it.
The ‘metal room’ was a sole place for him and he spent most of his time there despite the fact that he had his own table in the staffroom. It was like he own the place because other teachers rarely use it.
He, the guy that I was talking about is my Maths teacher, Abdul Halim Shah but I addressed him as Sir. He taught me Maths for three years and he was the one who first called me ‘Y’. This was because there were two other students who have the same name as me, Nursyafiqah. He came out with the solution of adding our father name whenever he called us and as for me, I am Syafiqah Y. As he found it still confusing, he made it shorter by just calling me Y. He was the only person who addressed me Y before Cha and Sofia called me by the name too.
I became close with him when I was in form two. I don’t know how and why we are close. I mean close in terms of teacher and student. Sometimes I’ll share my problem with him or just talked about the gossips of the day and he’ll tease me whenever he got the chance while I will show him my blur and innocent face. Hakhak…
One occasion involving him that I remember the most was in 2005. It was on the 28th of July and I was celebrating my 15th birthday. That morning we had our Maths class with him and he said to me that he wanted to see me afterward. I thought that he was just playing around setting up a prank on me again and I just ignored him. Then, we had out tuition class during the night. I was the last one along with Hakimah to leave the class. Suddenly, he called out my name and I went to see him. Guess what? He took something out of his bag and gave it to me. It was a birthday present for me. Weeee~ I was delighted and touched as I never expect that he’ll remember my birthday. ^-^
We were still keeping in touch even after I came here, to KBU. Last Chinese New Year I went back to Raub and was so shocked to know that he was warded. I was lucky enough that my friend told me about it. I went to visit him with my best friend Sofia and it was such a journey. At first we went to buy some fruits for him. Then, we went to the hospital but they already discharged him. After that we went to his house but he was no there. I was so stupid that I did not call him first as he was actually at his mother’s house.
I was so happy that after such a long time we got the chance to talk about lots of thing. He lost lots of weight and became so thin after coming back from Mecca. He was totally different from before and I hardly recognised him. However, although he was sick but he was what he was, cheerful and can still teasing people around. I’m happy that he’s back, recovering and lost his weight (haha) but still I’m worried of his condition because he’s not losing his weight normally but because he was sick.
Sofia and I spent hours talking to him. What was funny about the visit was that we forgot to discard the price tag on the fruits we had bought. It was on the next day that we remembered it. It was shameful! How can I forget about it? Luckily that he never mentioned about it, of course he did not want to make us to feel more ashamed. Haha…
The last time I contacted him was last month asking on how he was doing, whether he had put on weight or not. Last 31st of March was his birthday and as usual I sent a birthday MMS. It was weird because he did not reply my message and he never did that. I waited for two days but cannot hold myself anymore so I asked Ustaz Faizal, his colleague regarding Sir Halim’s condition because I felt uneasy about it.
Ustaz told me that Sir was warded to the Kuantan Hospital, undergoing an operation on his eyes. I was shocked and devastated because no one had told me about it and kind of angry as I’m not aware of his condition. I did not really focus on my life and study these four days thinking of him and my sister, who went for treatments in Kelantan. Thankfully that my sister is recovering and showing some improvements; she can walk and pronounce words now. Alhamdulillah.
Sir Halim, he survived the operation and will be back in Raub soon. I wish that I can go back to Raub, pay him and my sister a visit. I can’t wait to see him and I really miss the good old days we spent together. He was like a father to me. I miss him so much.
Sir, thanks for everything, all the words of advice and consolation you gave.
I’ll always pray for you. Hope that we’ll meet soon. ;j
I’ll always pray for you. Hope that we’ll meet soon. ;j
And yes! You are kind and you are cool.
Surely I gonna miss those days we spent together.
Surely I gonna miss those days we spent together.
waahh..so sweet
ReplyDeleteI never had a teacher who was this nice to me.
*maybe I wasn't that nice to them either..haha*
owh...so sweet~~~~~~
ReplyDeletei remember.. I once have a teacher like him too..but she's an english teacher during my primary school.. miss her lot...
n during f4, my class teacher treated the whole class -chicken chop- to celebrate my friend n i bufday..
n hope he get well soon....
amiin~
y, owh this is your teacher who was sick..
ReplyDeletehey, somehow i just feel so sad :(
one that thaught you until you succeed where you are now, is sick, huh, so sad..
dont forget to keep praying for his health..
always..
*i miss my teachers tooooo..
this kind of teacher is one is a million.
ReplyDeleteunfortunatley i'm in the same million with u.
=(
*in
ReplyDeleteWow.. you've got a great teacher. I don't know HOW to be friends with teachers, since i hold them in such high esteem, i just can't socialise normally with them. haha.
ReplyDeleteIt's great to know that you had a great relationship with yours. Hope he gets well soon~~ ^.^
thanx everyone!
ReplyDeletepraying 4 his recovery..
yup!
he's such a great teacher...
and had helped me a lot..
nadon--> u juz need to open up urself to them and act normally.. haha. Dats what i did, love and respect them like you parents... my ust said that he did that to all his students, to regard them as his children...