Teachers in Our Life

There is many teachers in life we can never forget.


Some of them traumatized us till this very day, for their teachings and knowledge imparted become the very roots of our greatest fears, beliefs & daily lives.

I remembered Mr Anthony Samy, from Serangoon Garden Technical School. He was fierce, mean, sarcastic. A tall dark Indian man with silver framed glasses and a cheeky grin when he makes fun of his students. He gave the school's public caning at times too.

Our paths never cross, until he taught me Sec 2 science, which of cos was everyone's favorite science topic, the sexual reproductive organs and system. A pity my sec sch fetish of getting a hot hour-glass female teacher teaching me sec 2 science didn't came true, but something else came.

My handwriting was according to Mr Samy, "Sanskirt Sutras, or chicken's feet." It was horrendous. Think of how Simon Crowe says the phrase, "Horrendous." Or " That was Horrible."

Thus i was put to write "The Quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog." on a jotter book, a few pages daily, and was made to show him after school in his HOD room.

And soon something happened.

No my science didn't became a hot bod female teacher, but my handwriting evolved.

I could write cursive handwriting well. soon i mimic other's cursive and improve tremendously.

I took to the next level, or learning how to write artistically,and caligraphically for my Chinese words too. It was a beautiful evolution. I could learn and appreciate the beauties of calligraphy and typography. There was no return.


Thinking back, if a hot bod female teacher came along that sec 2, would i still be who i am?



How many teachers in life molded us to believe in ourselves? Make us go the extra mile? Believe in us when all is impossible?


Mr Samy probably didn't know what his efforts came into, but he changed my life.


Thank you, Mr Samy.