This is the essay I've written (eons ago) and today my teacher had returned it to me. And she gave me a grade, thanks to Min Huang who was much excited than I am and pestered her to grade my essay, and I got 39/50, which is satisfactory as she has never given an A to any students, and I've obtained a B, halfway through A. This is the essay....
Write a story ending with "with tears in his eyes, Encik Jamil walked up and received the award on behalf of his son."
Seventeen years were spent to raise his son and his son turned out to be a rebellious brat despite years of educating his own son. Encik Jamil was tired of his son's attitude and he wanted to wash his hands off Ahmad, his son, but he couldn't help not to. No parents in this world would ignore their children or disown them because their son are bad. He knew the blame for Ahmad's attitude lied on himself. Because he was a single father, he pampared him and gave him whatever he asked for, and he never bothered about the whereabouts of his son with his pals, or what problems he stirred in school. He knew Ahmad's teachers had publicly chastised him and Ahmad always spoke back uncouthly.
Then, just at the beginning of the semester, he was caught red-handed for smoking a cigarette. The school notified Encik Jamil and he rushed to school immediately. Someone had snapped the picture of him smoking and printed it out. The evidence was solid. Encik Jamil couldn't subdue the anger that was building in him anymore. He went berserk and told his son that he felt disappointed with him and he would not receive any pocket money for four months and he would be grounded for three months. Encik Jamil would personally send him to school, back and forth, and he specially requested the principal to cane him anytime and anywhere he wanted or to publicly embarass him son. Ahmad was totally shaken. He was floored by the fact that his biological father, who had been benevolent to him, would want his son to be treated poorly. The principal told En. Jamil to rethink his decision, but En. Jamil said this move was requisite and he remained headstrong. All the advice given went into his left ear but wafted out through the right ear.
Surprisingly, Ahmad did change a little. Everyone was flabbergasted. Encil Jamil believed he had his lessons. Ahmad had been less testy and he had not sassed his father for months. This was unprecedented. He never asked for pocket money - probably because he knew his effort would be fruitless - and Encil Jamil never gave him a single cent. He never whinged about how boring it was to be grounded, and the school said he had been quiet and obedient. The teachers said the changes in Ahmad, albeit wasn't unprecedented, was unexpected. It was like trying to stop a bird from flying - and the bird did stop. Ahmad had even piped down in the class and was always being helpful. The girls in his class, who were bullied by him, said he had turned from a misogynist to a misanthropist, and they didn't know which was worse - the former or the latter. Encil Jamil said being a misanthropist was his way of sulking, but he didn't think it that way now.
After seeing the changes in him, his form teacher chose him to be the president of a school charity programme. He agreed and took on the mantle of a leader. His members had begun to trust him and due to that trust he chummed up with a few friends who had been treating him very well. As he was the president, it was incumbent upon him to inspect the location where the charity would be held. He checked every nook and cranny of the place and he wanted meticulous work, not a sloppy job which would beget failure. Which inspecting the scene, he realised the pole they had set was rickety and unstable. It was going to collapse, it was already shaking and he immediately told his friends to move away. But alas, the pole fell at that time, and it hit right on him, sending him to the ground.
He banged his head and therefore was immediately sent to a hospital. The principal dropped Encik Jamil the bombshell and he rushed to the hospital. He waited at the waiting room with a grim sense of foreboding. He supplicated as he didn't want his son to be in deep trouble. He had lost his beloved wife, he couldn't lose the only one that had a connection to his late wife. The doctor came out later and told him the worst news he could expect: he had died owing to massive lost of blood. Encik Jamil was overwhelmed the pain, and for a split second he didn't know what he felt. Was it pain? Or was it sadness? He didn't know.
He lived with that painful void for two months. He had considered commiting suicide, but as a psychologist himself, he knew that wouldn't bring his son back. He then received a notification from the principal, telling him to attend the school graduation ceremony on behalf of his son. Encil Jamil shreded the notification and continued to isolate himself, until the school told him a reward would be given to Ahmad. He reluctantly went to school on the day of the ceremony and he sat in a corner.
During the ceremony, Encil Jamil learnt that the 'model student award' was bestowed on his son. He was thunderstruck. He listened to the principal's speech intently: "Ahmad was a brat. He always created problems in school. He made my life so miserable. He made everyone's life so miserable. He was caught smoking once, and because of his father, he turned over a new leaf, and became a good student: always listening to orders. This awards is bestowed upon him to show to everyone that personalities can be changed. His change from a badly behaved student to an ethical boy has brought him this ward. God, I can't believe I'm using past tense!"
Ahmad immediately gained posthumous fame and everyone in the hall, parents included, stood out in unison. The sound of the clapping was so thunderous that for the first time in his life, Encil Jamil felt proud of Ahmad. With tears in his eyes, Encik Jamil walked up and received the award on behalf of his son.
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Ya it's a boring essay, but this is the best I could write. Anyway, I'll work harder to try to get an A from SL.
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