To Sir With Love And Madam Too

A Kadir Jasin


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IT was a happy coincidence that I bumped into two of my teachers from the Saint Michael School’s days in the 1960s as the Teachers’ Day approaches.

That was a Saturday ago when I was sending daughter, her husband, their three children and their family friend back to Switzerland.

As I was entertaining my grandchildren, somebody tapped me on my shoulder and called out my name. Embarrassingly I could not recognise him at first.

After a brief “do you know who I am?” game, the kindly gentleman turned to be my art teacher, Mr Tony Siebert. He then motioned me towards a handsome elderly chap, who was my general science teacher Mr Jeremiah.

We had a good laugh when I reminded them that they gave me some pretty hard knocks on the head with the sharp end of the rulers – something that could have caused today’s teacher a lot of trouble.

They and their spouses were on the way to Rome for a holiday. How romantic. Siebert’s wife, Constance, is the daughter of the late Mr Charles Alexander Westwood, our Head Master.

Siebert went on to become a successful lecturer at the Universiti Sains Malaysia in Penang and, in his retirement, he works for a private college. He’s active in the Malaysian Eurasian Association.

Not being particularly good in art and science, I often ran foul of these two teachers. But I thank them, nevertheless, for their patience and perseverance.

In several past postings I had paid tribute to Westwood, who, during the 1996 National Language Month, was christened Salleh Iskandar Kayubarat, and to others like Cikgu (Dato’) Wan Shamsuddin, the late Zainal Abidin and, the late (Dato’) Shaari Abu Bakar, the late Mr Dorairatnam aka Mohd Yusoff Abdullah and Dame Catherine Cole Catly, my teacher at the Wellington Polytechnic, New Zealand.

Without these teachers and many more like them, I would not be where I am. I owe then an eternal debt of gratitude.

Of these selfless people, the poet Kahlil Gibran, in part, wrote:

“No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.


The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple, among his followers, gives not of his wisdom but rather of his faith and his lovingness.

If he is indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house of his wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind.”

Let us, as we say Selamat Hari Guru to the teachers, remember those surrogate mothers and fathers of ours by recalling our experiences during those good and trying school days in the spirit of “To Sir With Love.”

As the singer Lulu said:

“But how do you thank someone


who has taken you from crayons to perfume


It isn't easy but I'll try


If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky


in letters that would soar a thousand feet high


To Sir with love.”

On this occasion, I also remember and, at the same time wonder, about the Malaysian English teachers whom I met when I was in New Zealand in 1971. I remember Ghazali, Raja Akhiruddin, Miss Tan, Ali Pitchay, the two Alias and Norma, who were in Wellington to hone their English teaching skills.

Last but not least, I also thank all the teachers, past and present, who helped make my children what they are today. Terima kasih cikgu.