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Dear Mr Sairi,

If my teacher never told me to write about something that is in the past, I would not have the time to think about other things except my studies. When my teacher said that I could write about a teacher of the past, I suddenly remember about you, Mr Sairi.

Yes, you might feel weird why you would be the teacher that I would actually thought of and wanted to write about you cause somehow we had lost contact ever since I went into different class.

It all happened when I enter Queenstown secondary school, I remember I was very unwilling to adapt to a new environment, but somehow I felt relax when you introduced yourself. Somehow the laughters from you made me feel that my teacher would be a fun one.

I also didn’t know that you had a very high expectation of me or had a very good impression of me. I felt very surprised when you actually nominated me apart from many other good students for a position in the Prefects. I felt very pleased or somehow very happy that I actually came across your mind. You even nominated me to a camp, which only two people could enter. I was delighted.

But… I do know that I became worse in my behaviour when it comes to secondary 2. I kind of screwed my life in there. My results, which you expect to be one of the best among the guys, went down like parachute. Not only that, I became much more playful and created lots of trouble in class and out of class. My Prefect Mistress also received lots of complain and often had to talk to you about me and how you can help me to not get so naughty.

I know that I had made you very trouble or probably you might even regret that you nominated me. But Mr Sairi, the time had pass. I had grown up already! This might be the happiest thing you will ever hear cause I have became more mature! Now, I do not create troubles to any teacher any more and I also had successfully became much more sensible. Will you be happier if I say I love art now?

I remember I used to hate art and often think that art is a very stupid subject and used to give you crappy work for art. I really regretted now. Maybe its too late, but I really love art a lot now. I enjoy myself in art, and I really blame myself for not learning more art style. Do you know that when I touched art I remember about those drawings I did for you and to always complain about the comments you gave me?

Now I grab these comments so tightly to me, I really appreciate and understand why you took the time to scold us, and correct us for our proportion.( cause now I am like getting these from my lecturer ). I also remember the time where you lend me your baju kurong when I was desperately finding for one cause I was the MC for the Racial Harmony celebration. You even help me out when I didn’t know how to wear. You were like a father to me.

I just want to say that I really appreciate, really enjoy and glad that you were my teacher once. I think you are more than a teacher to me, a loving father who cares about his students whenever they need help. I want to just take this time to thank you really lot. Thank You Mr Sairi, You had made an impact in my life. And I also really enjoy the way you pat my back whenever you saw me. Thank you Mr Sairi, for everything you have did to me.

This is what I really feel, Mr Sairi. Thank You.

Your Student,

Wei Xiong.