Today is an ordinary day, yet not so ordinary. I had 8am lecture class today. It is just as usual for every Wednesday this trimester. After getting myself out of bed reluctantly, I had a quick bath as well as a cup of steaming hot chocolate brown rice beverage. Off I went to my workplace.
At some points during my class, I was struggling to continue my sentences smoothly. Maybe because of the Chinese New Year butter cookies I had the day before. It had dried up my throat. Somehow, I managed to deliver the whole lecture as I had imagined with the aid of a few sips of water. My water bottle is a must for all my presentations. Why? Because I always lose my voice easily, despite my natural high pitch. Honestly, I felt that I appeared helpless in front of them at those points of difficulty. Trying to calm myself, so as my irritating throat, I almost lost my composure.
Not long right after my class, I drove to the railway station to get my bought ticket changed to another date. Just a normal happening for a 28-year-old woman like me who is still trembling at heart while being behind the wheel on highways even though she has been driving a car on roads for almost four years. To be frank, she is an avid supporter of Malaysia’s public transportation system:D
Once the new ticket was in her hand, it was lunch time for her. She had decided to grab her lunch conveniently before heading back to her office, which has been believed to be her comfort zone. Lunch alone is my normalcy. I parked my car opposite a vegetarian restaurant only to realise that it was closed. A sense of disappointment started to sink in my heart, yet I tried to be in control like an experienced sea surfer by walking a few meters to another nearby vegetarian restaurant. It was closed as well. I raised my white flag and just walked in to the non-vegetarian shop in front of the site where I found my rare, precious spot to park my car in the bustling early afternoon.
Walking to my kind of ideal table to take a seat while waiting for my steaming hot laksa noodle seasoned with soy sauce gravy to be served, a few young men at a table drew my attention due to my gut feeling of familiarity. “Are they my students? Are/Were they in my class?” The young, handsome faces just turned away when my sight fell on them out of intuition.
I disregarded my gut feeling and started to enjoy my bowl of noodles and another bowl of add-ons, together with a glass of unsweetened barley drink. Just like how I have learned to disregard my uneasy feeling of dining alone. Moving fast backwards in time, the waitress asked me if the lady behind me was my accompanying friend. I said no.
After gratifying my stomach with the food as if filling a heart with bowls of love, I headed to the payment counter. That was when something unordinary happened. I was told in complete innocence that my meal had been settled by the group of young men at the table. In a state of amazement, I uttered, “are they even my students? I am so forgetful.” That is why I would say that today is not very ordinary.
Reflecting on those phenomena when students complained about their lecturers and even took these to the social media to create a fuss unnecessarily without any sense of guilt for one’s disrespectfulness and ungratefulness, this group of young men are indeed role models.
I hope that I have the chance to thank them personally. Yet, after almost 10 hours as I am writing my story here, my memory of their faces has faded significantly. Yes, I am just almost in my 30s yet my skill in recognizing human faces is terribly poor. But, I shall not be hard on myself, as no matter how your life is, where you are, there will be people who remember and appreciate you. You might not know, yet there will be people. Thanks to the Force for the reminder. I need more reminders like this ❤
The good news is that I am no longer feeling lots of blues now. My weekly crying which lasted for quite a long time like a magic spell has almost stopped completely.
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