My first impression was...why sent me to this interior old school. Am I not qualified for bigger school? When I went to this school to report for duty, I arrived very early and in full regalia with a clean clear folder in my hands. The students saw me and shyly walked past but some more polite ones greeted me with warm smiles. Then I saw the teachers coming in. I nodded my head to them in polite greetings but most of them ignored me. I thought later, may be they mistaken me for some school inspectors. Sorry to say, school inspectors are not welcomed by teachers because they have been stereotyped as "critics" and "false finders". I was left standing by the security guard's post by the gate. Then some one on a Honda Cap motorcycle came in. He's the first person to nod to me and smiled. Later, as he got off the motorcycle, he introduced himself as the Principal and said, "You must be...Mr. Goh, Jason Goh...right?"
"Yes, how do you do? " Then I followed him to his office and as I passed by the teachers sitting in the staff room, they curiously glanced at me. After I had settled with my report, the principal introduced me to the non-teaching staff, senior assistants and teachers. He also accompanied me to tour the school-classrooms, toilets, canteen and so on. I was really grateful and appreciated his help. I seated at a table near the entrance to the main office. My first lesson and subject was History for Form Five as the outgoing English Language teacher was still available, waiting for her transfer to Peninsular Malaysia. I would take over from her later on. Majority of my students were Chinese (mainly Foochows) and a mixture of minority natives which consisted of Malays, Melanaus and Ibans.
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