me

somehow pretty much dug this out from a treasure chest.

i had it anciently radiographed and it dated back 5 years ago. :P

SAB: My side of history.

“Hurrah! SAB, here I come!”

That was my first reaction after reading the verification letter to further my secondary education in the renowned SMK Aminuddin Baki or more commonly recognised as SAB. Well, many students around Kuala Lumpur assume that SAB is a school of ‘nerds’ but they were all together wrong. Being a humble citizen of the school for almost five consecutive years, I realise that this school is not as bad or ‘nerdy’ after all. As the only school in Kuala Lumpur to exercise ‘an hour a subject’ classes, SAB is indeed unique and special in some ways.

I vividly remember the first day of school, of course. It was the year 2000. The newcomers were supposed to enjoy a one-week orientation programme that turned out to be rather boring. However, it was very informative and enlightening as the students were introduced to the many teachers and were given a tour around the school ground by honourable prefects. The most interesting part of the programme was to make the newcomers learn to sing the school song, a task so hard to manage that the senior students demonstrated how to sing the song for quite a number of times before giving up. Somehow or rather, the new students managed to cope with them after two days of disastrous practising.

Finally, it was time to enter our own classrooms. As everybody picked the best places for themselves, I was left behind, stranded. Finally, I settled down in a place I considered not really strategic as it was quite a distance from the board and the ceiling fan. It made me uneasy for a while but after some time, the considerate form teacher quickly relocated me to a much better place. As time passed by, everyone managed to adapt him or herself in the new atmosphere.

When I was in form two, most of my friends were separated from each other. Some were in classes at the other end of the block while some lucky ones stayed together in the same class. Many made new friends with the newly transferred students from the other classes but for me, I was still the naïve boy with the same minute group of friends. It was quite an enjoyable year, considering that we were allowed to choose to be members of the many clubs, societies and uniform bodies available. Scouts, rangers, and cadets were our main choices for the uniform body category.

Form three was a crucial year for me as the PMR examination was drawing near. Camps and extra curricular activities were put aside to make way for more revisions at home. Of course, everyone tried and gave their best performance during the major examination and in the end, we were blessed with the best results in the country. Hundred percent passes and we even broke the school’s record as the batch that had the most number of students to obtain full A’s in the examination. Well, it was quite a remarkable year for me as everyone enjoyed the term holidays after battling the major examination.

Form four was simply foreign to me. Many dubbed it as the ‘honeymoon’ year but of course, they were dreadfully wrong. Teachers introduced new subjects and environments to us, while not forgetting to remind us about the more complicated, I mean, extremely complicated assignments and examinations. During this year, it was really all hard work and concentration to achieve tremendous results for assignments. Not to mention the staying backs after school hours for clubs and societies. It was a hectic and tiring schedule for many students in SAB.

The most bizarre time in SAB is undeniably during the examination months. During this period, the school is worst than a haunted mansion, quiet and monotonous. Silence is everywhere and students are hardly seen around school even though it is recess time. Everyone will be back in their own respective classes, pouring over their revision books and minding their own businesses.

Every year, the students would be rather delighted and eager to watch the phenomenal marching competition among the uniform bodies. It is all about marching, the absolute solidarity, the extraordinary formations and the glory of success. Thinking back, it was really a brilliant experience one can only enjoy in the one and only SAB.

From oodles of noodles to packets of chips, the canteen plays an important role in the school. Dating back to the early years when I first stepped into the school, there were no junk foods for sale in the eatery at all. It seems that the canteen too did not want to be left behind with the flow of modernisation. The eatery is now lively and gaudy, with the additions of a medley of drawings, murals, posters and the so-called ‘McDonald tables’. Besides that, the shops too are now selling a wide selection of foodstuff, drinks and munchies. Yummy!

Thinking back, one of the most unforgettable experience is becoming a prefect, a fine prefect. Being appointed to take care of students during assembly and recess, a prefect’s task is not as easy as one thinks. Arriving to school in the wee hours and having little time to enjoy a meal during recesses are among the things that prefects have to endure. Despite all this, I still think that being a prefect is quite an interesting task. Indirectly, a prefect can develop better leadership qualities; further enhancing self-confidence, discipline and charisma besides reducing the teachers’ woes to control the students on their own.

After all the school has given me; experiences, knowledge, friends and even feeding me with the oh-so-tasty munchies, I think it is time for me to make the school proud. How can I, an ordinary humble little student do that? Perhaps I can burn the midnight oil, working like a donkey trying to do my best in studies to achieve brilliant results to make my school proud. Or perhaps I can try my very best as a prefect to help the teachers to keep the school in top-notch order. Whatever my aspirations and dreams are, I really hope that future citizens of the school will continue to uplift the school’s name in the education field. The chronicles of SAB and I will surely remain deep down in my heart forever. As I continue my everyday routine, I will always cherish the moment when I first came to SAB.

“Hurrah! SAB, here I come!"

dont laugh ler. i know its lousy. but me misses my school days MUCH.

dedicated to all my SAB friends. seriously, im missing you peeps loads.