Sunday, November 22, 2009

Discredited

This is going to be a few entries about my life experiences. I will try to write minute pieces of my past as I remember them, while growing up in each entry.

A lot of us get discredited sometimes. It's meant to belittle our work, effort or talents. We hear it often, but we usually do not care much when it is about others.

But in our personal lives, being discredited is sometimes painful to hear. I remember when I was 9 years old. I was a late bloomer so I didn't know my ABCs and I didn't know how to read. I was always the last 5 in class because I couldn't possibly read the questions in the exam papers. I memorize the shape and order of letters to answer questions, which of course would read out nothing but nonsense. But one thing I was good at was math. It was the only thing that made sense to me at that time. I could do math because there is nothing to read. All I had to do was to understand how the numbers are affected by the symbols "+", "-","x", or "/". When the results for the math exams came out, a teacher came up to me and asked me, "Are you Rizal". I said, yes. Then she asked, "Betulker awak yang dapat markah penuh?" (Is it true that you got full marks?". I said I don't know, cause the results was not out yet. She said only two people got a 100 in the whole school, and then she asked me if I had copied the other chinese student(lets say Siew Yen) and where was I sitting at that time. Confuse by her remarks, I just told her I don't know any Siew Yen in my class. Then she realized that I was from a different class. She asked me again, "what is your classroom name?". I told her it was 3 Merah. She was shocked. I was from the worst class of standard 3, and yet I got a 100. Disbelief, she told me, "You are lucky".

I was hurt, cause it had nothing to do with luck. At least not for my math exams. For the other papers that would require me to read, it was pure luck. Even though I didn't know how to read, I have always managed to get around 50%, and that is what I call luck. Luck is when I was still able to write a few sentences to answer a question without knowing how to read. Luck is being able to infer what the questions were from pictures and diagrams and select similar words from other parts of the exam papers that would help my inferences. Luck is the ability to select a few random words from the paper itself, reorder them to look something that looks like an answer and got it half right. Of course more than half of the time, i wrote nonsense. But nobody suspected that I didn't know how to read. They just thought I was stupid.

But when I was discredited for something I was good at, I was hurt. In math, everything was clear to me, and it was definitely not luck. I knew every single question and knew how to answer them. It was just sad that a teacher who was suppose to encourage me, choose to discredit me instead. If she had investigated further, she would have found out that I suffered minor dyslexia.

Lucky for me, mom was a better teacher. I went home with all my exams papers graded. Though most of them were with bad grades, she was nonetheless proud of my 100 in math. She wondered why my answers doesn't make any sense for the other papers. It'a as if I was answering something totally different. It is as if, I purposely wrote something wrong. It is as if I didn't understand the question at all. She then investigated my weaknesses and came up with a theory of her own. Her theory was that I was bad at reading. She tested her theory by forcing me to read out loud the questions in my exam papers. She was surprised to find out that I could not read at all. Not a single word. I remembered, mom saying, "Don't tell me you don't know how to read. Do you really don't know how to read? or are you refusing to read". I remember her scolding me, shouting, "READ JOEY, READ.....what does that say....", and I just mumbled, refusing to show my handicap in reading cause both of my sisters were such good readers. They were reading novels by the time they were 8.

Of course when she realized that I couldn't read at all, she was disappointed. But it was an "Aha" moment for her. She was just amazed that I could still write some nonsense down without even knowing how to read. Lucky for me, mom wasted no time. She rolled up her sleeve and spent the next few weeks teaching me how to read.

Today, I can write though still hate reading. Some even say that I'm not such a bad writer. Well, thank you mom. Without you, I would still be playings crayons drawing pictographs in my room.

More stories to come later.....about historical past.

8 comments:

  1. Ha..ha.. you'd still remember you were in 3 Merah, Joey. I was in 3 Hijau and I remembered that Chinese boy yg terror tu (I think he was in my class masa Std 3). I'd still remember I was so bodoh in Maths especially in 'pecahan' when in std 3,then kena rotan ngn my father.Masa Primary tu, I must say I envy you with your English, I nak converse in English time tu mcm kura-kura during Oral test with Miss Gladys (do u still remember her?). You and some other girls when conversed with the teachers, "Wow! so fluent, jeles!"
    Hurmm.. but I'm proud of myself jugak masa time UPSR coz dpt beat my rivals, mcm mana dpt 5A pun tak tau. U too rite? Keep on writing, Joey! I never missed reading all your entries, best!!

    ++ Maliza ++

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  2. Anonymous: Thanks, was not trying to be inspirational, was just trying to recollect my past and document it here.

    Mal: Yea, I still remember 3 Merah. I know all the smart ones go to 3 Hijau. I don't remember my English being that good. Even today its moderately ok, but not good. I definitely still remember Miss Gladys. Wonder what ever happened to her. I didn't get 5As for my UPSR. Which is a story I will tell later. I have always been a slow learner. Anyways, Ill try my best writing as much as I can:)

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  3. Joey, this entry brings tears to my eyes. I don't remember much and didn't even know that you didn't know how to read when you were 9. I guess, I was to engross with what was going on in my life..... I was 14.

    I only knew about it of late.... you know.... since we started to talk and laugh at little things in our past......

    I must say.... mom's a gem..... if it's not because of her....we all won't be what we are today.

    She discovered that you couldn't read when others thought you were stupid.

    She made me believe in myself when others think I was too distracted with way too many things.

    Write more, Joey.... in doing so... I reflect on my past, too.
    :)

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  4. Very good post! Write more like this please :D

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  5. Hi Joey..you may not remember me. I'm in 3B. But I do remember all the hustlers back then..you, seow yen, edmund wong, Aida Mastura etc. Only when I was 10 I've made it to SRK Sek 6's top 10 list, didn't made to top 5 because of my math :-P. After that I flopped until now..still banging my head what to write for my masters proposal..BTW..we've bumped into each other during a wedding in Bukit Cherakah few years back i think soo..All the best in your life

    Emmelia

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  6. nak buat cemana... itulah reality kehidupan.. sabo je :D

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  7. cik abang oi... lama tak post cerita. busy ke?camna dgn PhD tu? ok ?

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