on the other side of the desk...
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In the taxi ride on my way to IJ, I imagined myself walking up the central stairs and pass the good old ‘gong’. It wasn’t till I walk into school that I realized that IJ is not the IJ I imagined it to be. Its different now… IJ is now more beautiful than ever, it carries with it a very rustic feel, a charm that is more majestic than ever and the pride of calling it my Alma Mata is unbelievable.
When I was in Primary school, I would often look over to the secondary school and wonder about life as a secondary school student, I was drawn to the art pieces displayed outside the ART room, the heavily buttered cookies and cupcakes coming from the home-economics room and crazy bottles filled with unidentified substance in the science labs. The Art room, Home-Economics and Science Labs were on the first floor and I walked by those rooms each time I had the opportunity to. I was inspired by the older girls wearing the same uniform as I was wearing. During my trip back to IJ, it is so heart warming to see the younger girls watching the older girls play netball and running on the school field. If I am not mistaken, they must be inspired too !
Nothing is more comforting than going back to familiar place, seeing familiar faces and knowing that you can get sound advice from wise peeps. It has been almost 8 years since I graduated from IJ, I carried with me school values to Canada and I carried the words of my teachers. CHIJ has some really wonderful teachers, they seem to know you better than yourself and they seem to know what to say. I know two teachers ‘charted’ my life back in school and ‘kudos’ to them for doing so, failing which, I would not have been where I am today. It is almost scary to know that 8 years later, they are still able to offer advice to me and as much as I hate to follow their advice, I know they are right.
The other side of the teacher’s desk is the extra care and concern that the teachers at IJ had given to each girl that walked through the gates of IJ. Besides the knowledge and the exposure to extra-curriculum activities,it is the special attention that the teachers had given each girl. The teachers had quickly become for me icons for the school, school would not have been the same if I did not have those teachers. For I would never have gone to university and graduated.
So, for each and every IJ girl that walks through the doors of IJ. Treasure your teachers, they might seem to be nagging but they wouldn’t nag if they didn’t care.
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