Morning tears

I did not know why i was so emotional on Friday morning. I am not a man that so easy to shed a tear but i broke down wehn i was talking to R about the life in Thailand.

All of the sudden, it touched me and my memory lingered to Chin Wee. Yes, Chin Wee was the first pupil that passed away 3 months after senior 3. His life was too short.At times, i felt that the Chinese says, may not be a proof, that when a person changed from bad to good would not live long. Will this also what the Christianity saying the good ones are called to Lord soon.

Chin Wee was a teen went through many changes, from good to bad and from bad to good. Here i would like to urge the youngsters, think twice before you start a family. Wee was in the broken family, though finacially is stable, it does not translate that the emotional is rich too.

Till i was his class teacher.I did not like him either beacuse his record was horrified with all the bad comments. What i could do with this type of pupil in the class. I talked to a few classmates they all gave negative comments only Yih gave a neutral one.

I kept my eyes on him and at the same time, keep my fingers crossed he would not create any problems and we all could pass the time peacefully.

There came the report that he fought with another boy Wong when i was away. Huh, i blew my top certainly. I went to the classroom and all were dead silent. My eyes scanned on the two. They were head down to the desks.

I came out of the room and decided to take a deep breadth before taking actions. i was ceratin that the Discipline Master would come to see me, yes she did. I told her i wished to investigate further before i could take the action and i hoped she would allow me to handle the case. She relectuantly accepted my suggestion.

Could anyone imagine that two 18 years old could fight in the classroom in the day light just with a few words of comments. Annoyed.

I kept silent for the whole day but before the day end i walked into the classroom and decided to open up for these young teens. I asked,

"How old are you all ?"

Dead silence.

" What is life for ?"

....

I got Wee out of the classroom into the teachign staff room and told him to sit on my chair and wait till i came to see him.

I proceeded to investigate why the shameful acts would accur in the final year of their studies. Wong did not response but other commented that Wee was a bad boy.

Wee was transferred from other school, a school has a higher prestige in studies and Wee had a good result despite later he was 'sacked' by the school due to some discipline problems. Therefore he had that feeling he was better than others. On the otherhand, the classmate did nto accept him as they were studying together since 13 years old. that kind of bond was stronger. If Wee could show his humble, the classmates were willing to take him as a family but he acted the other way.

Well, the camps slowly divided as the discussion went on, one camp decided to help Wee to change but the others wanted him to get out of the school.

This is life. caring is always at our utmost front if a person's soul is still unpolluted.

Though few still had strong opinions about Wee, they accepted my suggestion to give Wee a second chance. I got Wee to come into the class to apologise to all the classmates as well as the Discipline Master. Of course Wong should do the same. And the bad record was erased from the book of the Displicine Master.

I disliked my class to be named in the book in the discipline record. But, Wee, did not get out of this too long he was named again when he got a fight with the lower form boy.

Wee knew his charm and using the same charmed to sweet talk me to help me but i refused. he should learn a lesson asa young man. He should know if he broke the rules, he should pay for the acts.

"If you steal. you will go to the jail. No one is above laws."

I knew he would not able to get an A for his discipline report when left school. Fighting was considered as a violence in that school.

Days went by, Wee did not create problems. In fact he needed someone to listen to him. i found out from the teachers that his works were not good and decided to help Wee to improve his performance. I took the chance and called Wee to my seat and have a long talk. I did not go into the work and his discipline problem but instead talking about his interests, movies, sports etc.

Soon, he fell into my trap and we talked about future of a man in the society.

Day in and day out, i had talks with Wee. We played too, the language board game. i knew he could draw well, and got him to do a boradgame for me.

He had toned down.The final exam was aound the corner. All were busy.

Graduation day came, Wee did not pass the school exam and he could attend the ceremony. I did not tell him and he came on that day. he was shocked and i told him that was the price for him to be left out for the day but not all his life would be the same if he follwed the rules of society.

He left for Singapore for a factory work to earn some pocket money as well as to pass the time before he went for the tertiary studies in September.

i went to China and in spring that year i got an email from Wee's classmate that Wee was rolled into the machine and was killed instantly. The email was attached with a newspaper clipping about Wee's dead in the Republic.

Shocked and anguished and pain. I could not speak a word.

i keep my pains till Friday morning and....

Wee, ah sir wish you all the best in heaven or hell ??? Never be naughty in the place and all of us love you much. Many of your classmates regretted not to listen to you. But what was done cannot be undone.

You are always in our memories. Yih is the one that tells me how many years you have left.

Hug from ah sir.

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