The Last Year

The point of this story, article, or essay is to highlight the fact that St. David’s high is one of the greatest schools. Period. Now, you may think that being only about a year and a half in the great (by great I mean majestic) compound of the school I don’t have much of a say in many of the  great achievements that we have, well, achieved…

Now then, despite how long I may have been in school, I have the utmost confidence in saying that St. David is the best school I have ever been to in my entire life. I am sure that many (if not all) of my classmates and form mates would agree with me very enthusiastically. The reason? Well, simply put, St. David’s gives you a sense of being in a great big happy unconventional family. Almost as soon as I entered I was greeted very enthusiastically by Mr. Chay himself, who was very, impressed, shall I say, that I was from another missionary school (St. Theresa’s, Kedah). He offered to put me in Science 1 and told me to work hard to keep in that class (great advice, not that I followed it, sorry to say). I remember that that day was the 4^th of August and the AH1N1 outbreak was rampant, everyone was in a mask. Scary really, but I soon warmed up. Mr. Chay, being the friendly dude( I can say dude, right?) he is called up two of my now new classmates Amir Izzat (moved away the same year) and Suraj Arvind, whom I must say, is one of the most entertaining characters I could have ever met and thankful for it. They showed me around and I was taken to the hall where 4 Sc 1 was based. Floating class, see.

In class, it was BM period, and Pn. Noorul Ain was being her usual ‘chilled mama’ self and the class was writing an essay, if I’m not mistaken. I was given a place in the front next to Amir and Suraj and everything returned to normal. After that, I was ‘accosted’ by the two Matthew’s (Pang and Yap) and we kicked off immediately. Matt Pang became one of my confidante and Matt Yap (or Yap) as I liked to call him I found to be another ‘petrol head’ as I was. Just like that, I became part of the St. David’s family. The year passed and the next came and passed just as fast as the last. I was never, embarrassingly, a good student in class; I took things too easily and was usually bottom in class positioning. Never really bothered me actually. I was having too good a time with my new friends. In the end, I didn’t do that bad, although I could have done better, I must say. To be frank with you, and with all modesty, I never have any regrets that could keep me down to the ground. But, my one regret that I don’t think that I can ever come to terms with is the fact that I didn’t get the chance to start my secondary education in St. David’s. I didn’t get a chance to grow up in the environment that I spent less than a year in. But what can I do, lives are like that. I am happy that I got the chance at all. I had a stellar team of dedicated teachers and even better class of friends in my form and the memory will stay with me forever.

My uncle was a St. Franciscan. He used to label our school as the Buffalo School. That is what we were known as in the old day. To tell you the truth, I still think that we ought to be called that. The Buffalo’s. It has a certain charm to it. Stubborn, willful creatures and not afraid to get dirty and we like our fun. We’re all-rounders. We are St. Davidian’s.