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Class: 4S3
School: Catholic High School
Date: September 2006-09-20
My Ideal School
It was another school day again. I took a glimpse at my alarm clock beside my bed
with heavy eyelids, hoping that the time had not come for me to wake up. I almost fell
“Get up, sleepy head!” She turned on the light, which forced me to open my eyes.
Feeling very uncomfortable by the sudden brightness, I reluctantly sat up and rubbed my
eyes.
“You will go to school this morning, Josh,” said mother firmly. “I do not care
whether you like it or not. I do not want to hear any more complaints from you.”
Taking the school bus, I arrived at my school ten minutes later. There, was my
school, with a tall coconut tree next to the front gate. The sight of the usual wooden
classrooms and small compound did not make me feel welcomed. The sixty-year-old
school was not very big, with only twelve classrooms, a tiny grass field, and a library
with three shelves of books, four science labs, and one open hall which could fit four
hundred students. Out of the fifteen teachers in my school, only two could speak fluent
Staring at the compound around the school which I had been attending for two
years, I sighed. As the top student of the school, I felt I deserved better facilities than
which was many times bigger than mine. It had a large football field and every class in
that school had an air-conditioner. The floors were beautifully done with shiny tiles and
the walls painted with colours so rich that it looked luxurious. I pictured myself walking
in the middle of that school compound, visiting every corner of it. I imagined going to the
huge canteen and trying out every kind of food they sold; sitting in the middle of the hall
and feeling so small; going up the elevator instead of clambering endless staircases;
My fantasy world faded away suddenly when I was awakened by Puan Haslinda,
the history teacher. She brought me shocking news that my father had met with an
accident and was admitted into the hospital. My jaw dropped as I heard the tragic news
Things changed drastically after my father’s accident. It was a good thing he left the
danger zone, but he had to stay in bed for quite a while. I stopped attending the school I
disliked so much and started to help the family financially by working as a waiter in Pak
Samad’s restaurant, as well as helping my mother sell home-made cakes. Life was
tougher, as we were always busy, especially when my five-year-old sister Julia needed
mother’s attention.
Just when we were in this kind of situation, help came. My classmates had not been
idle during my absence in school. All the while they had been passing words about my
situation around the school. By now even the principle was aware of my difficulties.
Many came to visit and offered help, especially the teachers. Concerned and caring, they
brought various gifts of fruits, cakes, and even their own cooking. Some generous ones
He decided that he would help us to raise fund so that I could return to school. At that
moment I thought I saw a different person in him. Before his visit I had always thought of
him as a serious and strict school principle, but never before had I imagined him cracking
All the help from the principle, the teachers and my classmates made me feel warm
inside. Even if they did not help, I would feel thankful for their visit. They treated my
family and me as though we were their relatives. Such selfless and initiative attitude
touched me deeply, and I thought of the place where they all came from - school. All of
When things went back to normal, I did go back to school, this time with a totally
new attitude. Now I feel proud of my school, and I definitely feel proud to attend this
school. What’s so bad about my school? It is old and small, but it is cleaner than most
schools; its library has only three shelves of books, but at least there is a library for the
students to use; its teachers hardly spoke English, but they are the best teachers I had ever
known. It just does not take good academic results, co-curricular achievements, or
beautiful buildings to make a school good, but it is the people in the school that makes
I did not answer, but pointed to a small building in a distance where a tall coconut