A Turning Point
A Turning Point
It was the first day of high school. I was not excited at all. My dad sent me to an International Private High School where bunch of rich people speak good English. The tuition fees to study there are pricy, too. My family isn’t really a wealthy one. My parents sent me there so that I could receive the “best” education in Malaysia. Tsk! Tsk! Sad to say this but I was totally not interested being there and the fact that I couldn’t speak English, at all, was really killing me. How was I supposed to communicate with the people there? (Note: Being able to speak fluent English represents higher status or level of that person in Malaysia.) Well, the reason why I can’t speak English at all is because I went to a Chinese elementary school and I was raised in a Chinese speaking family. The classroom contained only 28 students. The size of the class is really small, well, one of the reasons why the school fees are so scarily expensive. I walked into the classroom and randomly chose a seat and sat beside “her”. She had a long, black hair tied in ponytail, slim and fair. She is pretty and elegant. I looked way more boyish sitting beside her. I said “Hi” and that’s how our story began. Her name is Leanne. She is a very gentle girl. Her horoscope is Virgo. Now you can imagine how girlish and perfectionist she is. Her work is always neat and tidy. Academically, her results were always 90% and above. She was a runner representing our school. She was talented, too, as she could play piano and dance ballet. Her family is wealthy because her dad worked as a politician holding really high post. Compared to Leanne’s grades, my results weren’t bad additionally I am round and short so I don’t do well in sports. I am not talented like her but I am very proud to say that I can sing, better than her. All in all, there is only one word that I can use to describe her, “perfect”. Even though I couldn’t speak fluent English, she didn’t look down on me like the
It was the first day of high school. I was not excited at all. My dad sent me to an International Private High School where bunch of rich people speak good English. The tuition fees to study there are pricy, too. My family isn’t really a wealthy one. My parents sent me there so that I could receive the “best” education in Malaysia. Tsk! Tsk! Sad to say this but I was totally not interested being there and the fact that I couldn’t speak English, at all, was really killing me. How was I supposed to communicate with the people there? (Note: Being able to speak fluent English represents higher status or level of that person in Malaysia.) Well, the reason why I can’t speak English at all is because I went to a Chinese elementary school and I was raised in a Chinese speaking family. The classroom contained only 28 students. The size of the class is really small, well, one of the reasons why the school fees are so scarily expensive. I walked into the classroom and randomly chose a seat and sat beside “her”. She had a long, black hair tied in ponytail, slim and fair. She is pretty and elegant. I looked way more boyish sitting beside her. I said “Hi” and that’s how our story began. Her name is Leanne. She is a very gentle girl. Her horoscope is Virgo. Now you can imagine how girlish and perfectionist she is. Her work is always neat and tidy. Academically, her results were always 90% and above. She was a runner representing our school. She was talented, too, as she could play piano and dance ballet. Her family is wealthy because her dad worked as a politician holding really high post. Compared to Leanne’s grades, my results weren’t bad additionally I am round and short so I don’t do well in sports. I am not talented like her but I am very proud to say that I can sing, better than her. All in all, there is only one word that I can use to describe her, “perfect”. Even though I couldn’t speak fluent English, she didn’t look down on me like the