When I was in school, I was terrible with maths. I remember so well one particular teacher, Mr. Wong Him Fook (I wonder if he is still around) who did not let me go to break and asked me to do ear squats instead.
I think I was in Std. One then. I can’t speak a word of Bahasa Malaysia and can muster through English a bit. And bad, bad Mr. Wong never want to speak Hokkien with me.
So, it was ear squats and no break. And 33 years later, my maths is still as bad. I still can’t recite dua kali lima sepuloh, dua kali enam dua belas…..
I was just reading Dr. Liew’s posting and this popped up in my mind. Now….I wonder whether it was Mr. Wong’s fault that I can’t figure how much to pay the sundry shop when I buy things or I had to scream for a calculator each time I need to do a bit of calculation.
Bad, bad Mr. Wong. Gave me ear squats.
But then hor, my older siblings (those who studied during the colonial times) told me their teachers asked them to kneel on cockles shells, upturned! Sadists!
Heh, I am lucky because later on in my secondary school years, I turned Asst. Head Prefect and inflicted ‘pergi basuh tandas’ on those Form One kids. Too bad I did not apply for some other uniformed job or else, everybody gotta do ear squats too. Muahahahar.
Do you remember what is the most torturous things your teachers had asked you to do?