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February 28 of the leaving of a legend looking at this heading one may wonder, why on earth did i use such words to describe my post? the answer (or rather the reason) is actually very simple, and very obvious -- someone whom i extremely respected and revered left. by this description, who on earth would that person be? there is only one answer to this question: pn.khoo the elven queen... the tides of time and misfortune befall upon us as she chose to retire before our leaving at the end of this year, even though we had more or less expected this to happen since last year, this incident came to us as a surprising and shocking news, as no one had wish for her to be gone, let alone for eternity... a legend, a prodigy, a beacon of hope, a resurrection. these are the words i actually used on stage yesterday when i present to her personally my last gift, apart from the photos which exhibited a great deal of storage in terms of memories. unique and distinctive from other people, never before we expressed any negative thoughts nor harbor ill feelings against her. on the other hand, she never really reprimanded us for our mistakes, the worst being asking us to stand outside the class... her presence for the last four hundred and one and twenty days surely left an impact on every soul which she taught, however the impact on me was much greater than the others, for a few reasons...first, there seems to be some sort of mutual connection between us, such that i felt i could entrust her with most of my secrets which i dare not reveal even to the order of the five. in return, she provided counsel and wisdom which i sought for a very long time. many of my predicaments were solved by her word alone, and i never failed to apply it again should the same problem arises. secondly, her word is like something which is able to revive or resurrect a person, not in terms of life and death but in terms of hope and despair. i recalled the moment last year when i was at the verge of failing additional mathematics. looking at the high master who scored 51 points more than me (a beyond-godlike streak which shocked the entire form), i despaired and felt disillusioned, even feeling suicidal. fortunately for me, she did not chain-blast me for my low marks as others, notably that son of a gun, would have done. instead, she consoled me and recommended ways of strengthening my mastery and grasp of the subject. i did as what she said, and i began to analyse a lot of sums and problems, ensuring complete understanding of the topic and as well as knowing my own mistakes and the reasons why i did so. all these high spirits of enthusiasm, pursuit and determination are the culmination of her word, which at that time reignited my will and resurrected my soul, such that i vowed to work hard for the better... third, never before she would forget days which are meaningful to us, id est. our birthdays. every beginning of the month she would bring a bag of expensive chocolates to give us as a gift. though we literally took the chocolates for granted, deep in our heart we appreciated her gratitude. not only birthdays, when times of festivities like chinese new year comes, she would indulge us with delicacies like cookies, pineapple biscuits, sweets and many more. where would you be able to encounter a teacher who can be so generous? fourth, to say that she really embrace her heart and emotions to teach us the art of maths is actually a true statement. though sometimes she could really get serious when comes to work submission and letters of absence, she had a great sense of humor during classes which killed all our boredom when facing math concepts, especially when it came to diffrentiation and solution of triangles, which are easily the most boring topics one could imagine. yet she could just explain in a way where everybody would get excited and eager to do. the effect was such that when someone did not hand in his or her work on time, automatically he or she would feel the remorse gnawing at the mind... additionally, her emotions spilled through her words, notably the time when she marked our papers during our final year exam last year, i heard she nearly or even actually shed her tears due to our mistakes... lamenting our failure.... finally, not many teachers would actually save their students from trouble, and she is indeed one of the exceptions. i remember that time (refer to the post on 8th or 15th november.. either one of them) i was required to pay a fine due to my lateness in returning. however i was unable to do so due to lack of small change, and to make things worse, the quota would be double should i failed to pay on that day. she was there at that time, and without second thought she loaned me the money and i paid the fine... got myself out of trouble because of her.... indeed a rare sight, especially the days of late when the hearts of people were darkened with selfishness and greed... thus when she announced her decision to retire at the start of this year, we tried our very best to plead for her staying, or at least delay her plans.. yet destiny decides everything, tearing this relationship asunder, ignoring our pleas... and when she left with her car yesterday, these thoughts were in me... she is the first teacher whom i actually sent a happy new year card, she is the first teacher whom i actually spilled y secrets to, she is the first teacher whom advised me not to narrow down my scope of relations, she is the first teacher whom i actually revered more than those of my bloodline, she is the first teacher whom i actually hugged without anyone asking... now that she is gone from us forever, we might as well brace ourselves, and not lamenting it for too long, for we have a challenge at hand, and we shall embrce it, presevere, determine and ultimately prevail... when an event ends, it becomes a tale; when a tale dies, it becomes a legend; when a legend dies, it becomes a myth; when a myth dies, it is forgotten..nevertheless her passing only marked the departure of her in a corporeal sense, her ethereal legend and legacy will endure in our hearts forever, never to be erased by the high winds of time... -- the archknight, 28th february 2009, 9.13p.m. Comments (3)
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