My school days were wonderful and I
had many fantastic and dedicated teachers; both in the primary and secondary.
In std 1, Ms Wong was the class
teacher while in Std 2, Mr. Perumal took charge of us. Mr. Hong was the class
teacher in Std 4 while Mr. Chan oversaw us in Std 6.
Mr.
Hong was a wonderful and remarkable teacher. He was very innovative and his
teaching was interesting and effective. He was also not the conservative type.
As the class teacher, he taught most of the subjects so he made them lively and
especially English.
In
those days, we had poetry, poems, singing, play or acting in addition to the
usual reading, grammar and writing. Learning was an exciting affair.
It
all started with one play, ‘The three blind men and the elephant’. I was one of
those chosen to act in front of the class. Mr. Hong had drawn a picture of an
elephant on the blackboard. I was to act as the blind men holding the trunk of
the elephant. One held the tail and another, the ear. One had to touch the
belly and another, the leg.
He
explained to us and told us what to do and say. There were just a few lines so
it was not difficult acting and reciting the dialogue.
Other
groups were called up to perform the act and everyone had a good time and
enjoyed the session.
The
lines included, ‘This must be the trunk of a tree. It is round and long. The
bark is rough and tough.’ ‘Oh, this is like a fan. It can move and I feel the
breeze.’ ‘Hey, this is the rope to tie things. It can be bent and can be used
to tie things.
Of
course we were referring to the different parts of the elephant’s body.
Later,
we were asked to improvise the dialogue by adding our own interpretation. We
made jokes and laughed when it was really ridiculous. I was one of them. I
added nonsense words and phrases and I think that impressed the teacher.
So
from that day onwards, I was always called or asked to create plays or sketches
during the English classes. I enjoyed those lessons tremendously and I most
definitely learnt a lot of useful tips from Mr. Hong. If my lines were wrong
and not structured properly, Mr. Hong would point them out and corrected the.
Then he would changed some of them to suit the class. Then we would have to
reenact the whole play.
There
were plays involving the police catching thieves and other silly plays. Some
plays involved running and climbing through the windows. It was fun compared to
the boring grammar lessons. It was also a break to stay focus on hot
afternoons.
Mr.
Hong was also innovative because he used nature or natural phenomenon in his
stories. I really mean stories because he had a truck load of them.
Whenever
it was dark especially on rainy days or whenever we were bored, we would know
that Mr. Hong would start a new story or continue with the unfinished tale. We
would wait eagerly to listen to his tales. He was a wonderful story teller. In
such weather conditions, paying attention to lessons was out of the question.
Very
often during thunderstorms or rainy days, there would be blackouts and
disruption of power supply. Furthermore rain would splash and find its way into
the classrooms through the open windows. You must knpw that the windows were
just covered with iron mesh and technically we were exposed to the elements of
weather. On such days we had to move all the desks and chairs to the centre of
the classroom to avoid the rain.
In
all his stories he would add the elements of nature to make them thrilling and
frightening. He would would wait for the sign of lightning and then jus as
thunder struck he would clap his hands or hit the desk. The sudden sound and
the clap of thunder nearby made all of us jump from our seats. We would be
screaming and shouting as we were really frightened but we enjoyed ourselves
and wanted more.
After
the special effect, we would whisper, talk and make a lot of noise. He would
wait patiently for us to calm down and let the excitement subside. Only then
would he continue his story.
So
you can see how creative and innovative Mr. Hong was in those days. I wish
there are more of such teachers.
For
your information, I met Mr. Hong in 1996 in Sitiawan where we were attending a
wedding of a close friend. At that time he was at the point of retirement. It
was really nice to meet him. I introduced myself and told him of the
mischievous little actor back in 1996 when he was my class teacher. He
remembered the good times and the class he held.
Thank
you , Mr. Hong for being such a wonderful teacher who had inspired all of us. I
sincerely hope that he will have a healthy and wonderful life after retirement.