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10 September 2000 Sunday
TO SIR WITH LOVE
One never forgets a good teacher. One never forgets a bad teacher, either.
Before I learned English, I was good in Chinese but poor in Maths. I couldn't understand the relationship between "plus" and "more." This all changed after I moved to Japan. Thanks to my math teachers, I learned how to count, solve equations, derive formulae, and think logically and abstractly. This mathematical foundation helped me greatly in later years. Thank you, Miss Lovett, Mr Bickley, Mrs Ermel, and Dr Ward.
I learned to play the piano before I could even understand my Japanese teacher. Music taught me discipline, coordination, appreciation, order, and team work. At school, I tried the tuba, saxophone, drums, bells, synthesizer, keyboards, and guitar. In the community, I played the organ, taught piano, and played in bands. Thank you, Mrs Yu, Miss Ventura, Mrs Hermann, Mr Betsch, Mr Hall, and Mr Love.
Would I be living in Europe today had it not been for Mr Darwin Scales? He taught Humanities in high school. The kaleidoscope of art, music, philosophy, literature, and history is brought to life in my travels. Everytime I see a painting or hear a piece of music I recognise, I am reminded of the love and dedication Mr Scales put into preparing that wonderful course. How I wish I could thank him now!
Last November, I returned to Okinawa to visit my neighbours and high school teachers. Setting foot on the campus brought back that familiar feeling again. In the Main Office, one of the students asked me if I had graduated from there. Yes, I was an alumni. She then asked me which class it was. Class of 82, I proudly replied. To that, she said, "Wow! That was the year I was born!" That's when I realised that I was no longer a student.