Berg's...

Registration Day.

Yesterday Berg a.k.a. AKS#1 began her life as a secondary school student at Sekolah Menengah Agama Atas Sultan Zainal Abidin or better known locally as SMAASZA.

From experience, packing lightly is the best way when you begin life at the hostel as you try to adapt to life over there. Furthermore, with the distance between the school and our house is merely 7km thus we can always send things to Berg if needed.

 

Unlike when mad redo1 first registered himself at a boarding school back in the early 80's, this time around there was a welcoming committee which greeted the parents and students as they arrived at the school. They even helped with the carrying of the bags and stuff.

 

Then straight to the registration counters. Being an old school, the hall is quite small . How small it is? To give you a bit of a picture it could only accommodate just a single badminton court.

We intentionally went towards the end of the registration time to avoid the crowd and I believed it was the right decision.

 

We did not have to queue for long thus avoiding Linda from feeling distressed. However, there would always be someone that as Captain Haddock (please refer to Tintin) would put it: "Acting the goat".

A makcik who silently tried to sneak in front of us in the queue. Instead of scolding her we just decided to crowd her and perhaps feeling a bit suffocated she went back to her rightful place, at the back of our butts.

 

The rest of the registration process went smoothly except for a surprise to our wallet when the school told that the amount for the hostel fee has been changed by the latest directive from the Education Ministry, which meant it is higher than the one stated on the offer letter.

 

But perhaps the biggest grouse for today was the fact that the school requested the parents and students to take their seats for the welcoming speech when they were fully aware the so called VIPs have not yet arrived.

In the end we have to wait for half an hour before they arrived. Fortunately, the Commissioner of the State Religious Affairs has the grace to apologise to everybody for being late due to an unexpected matter.

But seriously teachers, haven't you heard this thing called mobile phones?

 

We decided to have some fun during the speeches but just a few short moments later mad redo1 went off enjoying the speech the way he knew best... in dreamland.

For the rest of the day, please go here.


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