"Smile, Calvin! Don't Cry!" My teacher said.
I was standing up on the chair, all the students and their parents were looking at me. I was so embarrassed because I knew that it's not fair to put me up on the chair.
It was an "unforgettable" Christmas in my life. It sounds very strange but it did happen to me.
The graduation day from the kindergarten, to most of the children, should be a memorable day to them. It seemed that it started so well to me also. I remembered the weather of the day was so good! Sun Shine and soft white clouds hanging on the sky, nothing seemed to be strange as well. I was brought by my mother as usual and I got into the classroom, I greeted my lovely fellows and every warm and cheerful smile made me feel wonderful at the beginning of the day.
It was a simple graduation day. In Hong Kong, especially in my age, people are so familiar with using budget. You cannot expect the kindergarten will serve you a nice ceremony or giving you a big present in the graduation day. And it was a public kindergarten and my family just paid a small amount of money to them, so we had a say in Hong Kong, "Enjoy (by) Yourself (only) Tonight!" Anyway, children were easily to be satisfied! It's very true. I got a pack of candies and a boiled egg. It made me happy as well because it's free. During the class, the teacher gave us some encouragements. We all smiled, no tears, or we still didn't know what is called "tear". I just felt that the moment was great and I didn't remember that the day was a Christmas day. For a very ordinary worker family in Hong Kong at 80s ages, struggling with money and life, the child of them should not remain his parents what is so called a "Christmas day".
"Calvin, come here! I have something to do with you." My teacher said.
It was the turning point to the nightmare. I did smell something strange from her eyesight, but I could reject her "invitation" because she was the most respectable person in my life, or I have to say all the teachers must be automatically be "respectable" without reason to all Hong Kong students.
"Dress it up!"
"Is it a command, madam?" In fact, I should response her like this but I didn't.
She gave me a set of clothes. It looked like a costume, a red sweater and pair of red trousers, also with an ugly red hat. I am so dopey to dress it well and she did kindly assist me to dress nice. At that moment, I felt that she was trying to turn me to a Santa Claus.
"Miss Tong, I don't want to be a Santa Claus." I raised up my dissatisfaction with a weak voice.
"No, Calvin. You are a good boy. You are fat and smart! You look like a Santa Claus in our class. Hey, good boy! Let's serve your classmates.
Honestly, I didn't see any logics in her sentences. Could you tell me the relationships between the words fat, smart and good boy? But it seemed that I could not ignore her again, as a disciplinary Hong Kong student should definitely do so.
I was put on the chair. I was asked to wave hands to act as a good "Santa Claus" to my fellows and their parents. Suddenly, I saw my mum. She was also smiling at me and I could not control my tears "running" down from my eyes. I was standing there for almost an hour and my mother also. She was busy because she only got 1 hour for her lunch hour. She had to pick to up from the kindergarten and I always stayed with her in the afternoon in her factory.
"You are my good boy, my good son!" My Mother said.
This was the real sentence which comforted me a lot!
Narrative Writing
ReplyDeleteFinal Draft: An Unforgettable Christmas
CALVIN BUN LEE, 201503853
"Smile, Calvin! Don't Cry!" My teacher said.
I was standing up on the chair. All the students and their parents were looking at me. I was so embarrassed because I knew that it was not fair to put me up on the chair. It was an "unforgettable" Christmas in my life. It sounds very strange but it did happen to me.
To most of the children, the graduation day of the kindergarten should be sweet and memorable. It also seemed that it started so well to me at all. I remembered the weather was so good at that day! Sun shine and soft white clouds hanging on the sky, nothing seemed to be strange as well. I was brought by my mother as usual and I walked into the classroom. I greeted my lovely fellows and every warm and cheerful smile made me feel wonderful at the beginning of the day.
It was a simple graduation day. In Hong Kong, especially in 1980s, people were so familiar with controlling expenses. You cannot expect the kindergarten will serve you a nice ceremony or giving you a big present in the graduation day. I was attending a public kindergarten and my family just paid a small amount of money to them. We had such a saying in Hong Kong, "Enjoy (by) Yourself (only) Tonight!" It means that we should not have any expectation from someone else.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, children were easily to be satisfied. It's very true. I received a pack of candies and a boiled egg. It made me happy as well because it's free. During the class, my teacher gave us some encouragements. We all smiled, no tears, or we still didn't know what is called "tear". I just felt that the moment was great but I also didn't remember that the day was a Christmas day. For a very ordinary working family in Hong Kong at 1980s ages, everyday struggling between money and life, the child should not remain his parents what is so called a "Christmas day".
"Calvin, come here! I have something to do with you." My teacher said.
It was the turning point to the nightmare. I did smell something strange from her eyesight but I could not reject her "invitation". She was the most respectable person in my life, or I have to say all the teachers must be automatically being respectable without any reason to Hong Kong students. We always choose to keep quite in front of them.
"Dress it up!"
ReplyDelete"Is it a command, madam?" In fact, I should response her like this but I didn't.
She gave me a set of clothes. It looked like a costume, a red sweater, a pair of red trousers and also with an ugly red hat. I am so dopey to dress it well and she did kindly assist me to dress it nicely. She pulled out her little bag. There were so may “color pens” and a powder pack. I really felt uncomfortable because she tried to draw something on my face. Yes, she was doing make-up to me. At that moment, I felt that she was trying to turn me to a beautiful Santa Claus.
"Miss Tong, I don't want to be a Santa Claus." I raised up my dissatisfaction with a weak voice.
"No, Calvin. You are a good boy. You are fat and smart! You look like a Santa Claus in our class. Hey, good boy! Let's serve your classmates.
Honestly, I didn't see any logics in her sentences. Could you tell me the relationships between the words fat, smart and good boy? But it seemed that I could not ignore her again, as a disciplinary Hong Kong student should definitely be obey
I was put on the chair. I was asked to wave hands and act as a good "Santa Claus" in front of my fellows and their parents. Suddenly, I saw my mum. She was so embarrassed also and still had to greet and response to other parents. I could not control tears "running" down from my eyes. I was standing there for almost an hour and my mother also. She was busy because she only got 1 hour for her lunch break. She had to pick to up from the kindergarten and I always stayed with her in the afternoon in her factory.
"You are my good boy, my good son!" My Mother said.
This was the real sentence which comforted me a lot!