How very surprised I am after I posted “Short Hair Policy in Chinese School” many voices out their frustrations and disagreements on that issue. Let me tell you why I’ve decided to send Princess to a Chinese school whereby I am a total “banana” (chinese but doesn’t read chinese) myself. Beware that this is kinda long winded post where I will dig the grave and tell you some history even.
Both my parents are chinese school teachers. During my younger days when my eldest sister started standard one (7 y/o), dad insisted that all his children will get a English/Malay education and since they are teachers teaching in chinese school, mom will tutor us Mandarin at home. As saying goes, “It is easier to say than done.” Somehow for God-knows-what-happen they can’t fullfilled their promised. This was told to us by my mom. She regreted every bits of it. Out of the norm, she decided to enrolled my youngest sister in chinese school. At least there are a member in the family that can read chinese and my mom was afraid of some idoitic poker that will look down on them and it is such a shame how a chinese school teacher’s children doesn’t read chinese.
We did get a basic Chinese educations in Primary school. We started during Standard Three (9y/o) whereby we learnt from scrap from std one (7y/o) text books. Can’t remember much of what has been teached and how far I’ve adapted to it but I can remember clearly some naughty things we did when I was in Standard Six (12y/o).
Being a 12y/o grown up, we started to loose interest in learning chinese. One day, a few of my classmates (including those brilliant one i.e. Euj!!!) decided to skip class. We will spent our time in the school library. After few weeks of doing that, one day we heard rumours that the teacher decided to hunt us down. After hearing that, we got panic and running healter skelter not knowing where to hide. So all of us hide under the librarian long counter. We started giggling and giggling in a mixture of fear of being caught, tho we know we look really silly hiding under the counter.
Another frustrating incident. We had Mandarin oral test. The teacher ask me, “哪个方å‘太阳上å‡?” (Which direction does the sun rise?) Dem. I know it is West but what does west called in chinese? 😐 I almost ask the teacher that question but he fucking have to tease me, “What?! You dunno where does the sun rise?” Nah, this is for you to think that I am stupid! 👿
Few years ago when I started to patron the karaoke, I was facinated and got hook to Mandarin songs. Not knowing how to read, I memorised the song in my heart. Which means I have to listen to them over and over again from the player. From there, I started to recalled what my mom used to remind us, “Don’t regret in your later life. I’ve given you the extra education and you just wasted it.” *sigh…. I just hope my mom will tell me that again. Such a big regret of not taking chinese seriously!
That is why I told myself, reading chinese is a extra privillage. Die-die also must enroll all my children in chinese school. At least if mummy can’t read, they can help me to read, right? So don’t care if short hair ke, long hair ke, education come first.
Moreover, to get a placement in that school is not easy. I almost have to pay under table if not because I-know-someone-who-know someone-who-is-someone in the school lidat. aitelyou, KL school are lidat wan. I was shock at the first place when I know about those hush-hush thing happening in Chinese school especially those super famous wan. Not like in kampung, school are waiting for you to come. In big city, you have to wait for school to come. Can’t blame them cos nowadays, many parents choose to sent their children to chinese school in hope that one day their children will be accepted into the working world easily with the “I-know-how-to-read-chinese” certificate in hand and in hope to fish something big from Sillypore or China.
Wah…. so long winded. Must stop writing, if not I can go on and on and on.