For any relatives seeing this continued work, do not judge me for being curious. I'm merely, dare I say bored, and this is a great opportunity to let out what I've been keeping with me my whole life.
Now, I know I don't really have anything to blog, so I suppose I can talk about my first day at school. (If I can still remember even the faintest details.
Hi. (Again). If you don't already know, or, might just mistake me for one of my other siblings, my name is Safiyyah. That is all I will say for anyone who isn't related to me.
Kindergarten was so blurry. But you can't blame me, middle school has been for five years and already it's 2024! Haha. Oh, and I remind to anyone seeing this that despite the fact I am still eleven and a young girl who has a lot more vocabulary yet to discover: I DO NOT KEEP A DIARY. Honestly, it's very offensive.
Anyways, Brainy Bunch was too much of a faded memory for me so I will only talk of my middle school days. (Sorry to any of my old teachers from kindergarten).
Middle school. Around 2020 after I had graduated from Brainy Bunch (while being the child of the year in 2019, if I may mention with pride) and I had no idea what to do at this bigger school with newer and older people. I know I had always bragged about having lots of friends back then in kindergarten but JEEZ was it hard to even get a glance at someone in SK BUD(4).
I remember my parents standing beside me as I begged them not to go away, not wanting them to leave me in such a crowded and big place. But they were only paying attention to the teachers and asking them what class I was supposed to line up at (if I recall as I whined).
They finally left and I was alone, confused and looking around with bewilderment of my new surroundings. The first time we had to stand up and sing the usual perhimpunan songs on Monday, I recognized the first two but was obviously confused with the third one.
Later on, we were ushered into class by some of the prefects and we had finally met our teachers.
“Selamat pagi, cikgu.” all the others said, but oh, with my oblivious knowledge of it all and being taught at an English kindergarten and not the prasekolah right next to the middle school that my parents sought me to go to, I had foolishly called the teacher AUNTIE.
Yes, auntie was what we needed to call our teachers back then in kindergarten and I was so inexperienced that once I had blurted that out everyone looked at me with those judging looks and I probably looked like a tomato back then. After the teacher told me to call her ‘cikgu’ I had nodded in embarrassment and stayed quiet the whole time.
After that, we had been told to start colouring. Of course, I was unprepared and only had the littlest colours. But then, it was as if something clicked.
That was when I met my first ever friend which I used to bashfully admit she was my only friend. Ahilia.
She looked over my shoulder and as far as I can remember, she had teased me for not having a lot of colours before noticing, “You have the same colours!” she pointed out the brand of our color pencils and indeed, they were the same.
I don't exactly know why we became so close just because of that, but yeah.
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