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Linda* was my classmate from primary school right up to Form Five (O-Level).
We were never close, but to me, Linda was unforgettable because she was the only girl I knew who hated coming to school.
The one memory of her that’s still etched in my head till today was when we were in Primary Three.
It was 7.30 in the morning. The first bell had just rung and all the pupils were lining up outside their respective classrooms, eager to begin the morning session. Mrs Martinez, our Headmistress was there, fussing as always, to make sure we all behaved. Two by two now Children, no talking and no pushing, she’d cluck, just like a Mother Hen.
And it was then that little Linda chose to join us in class, and boy, did she know how to make an entrance! Most of us could already hear her coming even before we could see her. From the school front gates (ours was a small school) Linda could be heard wailing and screaming, and throwing tantrums as she was dragged down the corridor by her mother – yes, literally, dragged by the hand, into the classroom! If you could imagine a wild horse trying to break free from its captor, well, that horse would be Linda, and her mom, the bad human – without the whip!
Needless to say, every one including Mrs. M, was stunned. The mother ignored us as she walked into the classroom and practically plonked her squirming little offspring onto a seat; and just as soon, she coolly walked out of the classroom as if nothing happened. Linda had by then stopped screaming and was instead sobbing away noisily whilst she called out to her mother to take her home.
Poor girl! Linda was a mess by recess time at noon — eyes swollen from all that crying, her pinafore snot-sodden. Eew! It was pretty obvious that that girl just didn’t want to go to school that morning; but still it was quite a traumatic experience for my 8 year-old mind to digest.
Unfortunately for the rest of us, Linda’s little classroom drama continued and became a familiar scene for many months that year. She’d have a permanent scowl on her face throughout the day and behaved quite aggressively if any of us came close or tried to speak to her. So we were all happy to leave her alone to sulk.
But as the years went by, she began to change her ways for the better. Whether on her own volition or by force, I don’t know, but Linda eventually straighten up her act and stayed in school till the end. By the time we all finally left school, some 10 years later, Linda had managed to transform herself into a pleasant and bright young woman. Hallelujah!
I then lost touch with her and quite frankly, I had forgotten about her until a few years ago. I was reading the newspaper about a terrible road traffic accident which resulted in a dozen or so casualties being treated at a local hospital, when lo and behold, I saw her name. It was printed in bold, and – get this – Linda was the Resident Doctor heading the Emergency Unit!!
I can’t remember if I had laughed or cried then. Maybe it was a mixture of both. But I sure was proud to know she turned out good, real good! Dear Linda, you go girl!
*not her real name