I remembered well of my fondness in watching paid videos in my secondary school (Form Four and Five). We did not have any in my kampong. Each time the library screened a video movie, they would charge an entrance fee of RM1. What saddened me most, often I could not even afford that. That simply means, most of the time I had less than RM1 in my pocket. Or should I say, most of the time I had none in my pocket.
This was when I was in Form Four and Five. Some of my classmates then were driving a car or on a motorbike to school. I lived literally by faith. Luckily the hostel kitchen provided food for free. If I missed the meal (overslept or caught with extra co-curriculum activities), that would be a fasting time for me. You should see my picture in Form Four and Five, anybody can tell that I did not have enough food to eat.
Another occasion I remember well was one day when I went for my dinner in the dining hall in my Form Five. After receiving some steam rice, sambal bilis (anchovies paste) and terung rebus (boiled brinjal), I walk toward the dining table. That was when I slipped and my sambal and terung flew away out of my tray, leaving only my white plain rice. I kept my cool as always, cleaned my mess and told my friend that I am going to buy a canned sardine from the nearby grocery store and that I would eat in my room. The long queue of other students lining for their food did not allow me to ask for another supply of food. So I went quietly to my room, the only problem was I did not have any money. So dinner for me on that day was plain steam rice mixed with plain water. That was probably among the saddest moment of my life. I ate the food quickly, making sure nobody saw me, and continue life as usual.
When I was in Australia, there were times when I had to stop buying groceries because I have no money. There were times when I refused to go out with friends with the excuse of not feeling very well or busy. The fact was, I was afraid that they may stop over for some fast food and behold, I have no money with me. There was even one time when I was wondering in Marion Shopping Centre near my university, looking for another 5 cents to top up my money so I can pay the telephone bill. When I found 10 cents later, I thought I was blessed beyond description.
Many more sad stories I could tell, some are too embarrassing to tell. They probably will remain hidden with me for the rest of my life. I should mention as well that I have known many more even sad stories from friends who had to endure financial difficulties in their student times and yet manage to go through school time and finally succeed in life.
That entire problem with money did not deter me from studying. If anything it spurred me even more to study, with the hope that someday, none of this would be happening to me again. I am working extra hard now to ensure that none of these would ever occur to my children.
Money was never the problem; it was the reaction toward having no money is the problem.
Most people as a student would be depressed to study, when they have no financial ‘incentive’. Consequently they failed their exams, and they did not feel sad or guilty about failing because they have the perfect excuses for it – they did not have money!
In other words, to them their failures were not their fault. They were somebody else fault – their parents’ fault. In fact some of friends I knew during school days would proudly say that they did not do well in their study because they did not have money. It seems they were happy not having money, because if they do, than they have to look for another excuses for their failure.
The worst thing is; the community often validates their excuses too. These students forgot that it is THEIR life that they are making excuses from success. It is not the life of their parents or the life of the community that they are lying about. The only thing they have succeeded to lie to, is lying to themselves. What a pity!
Whenever I don’t have money, of course I fell depressed too (to be continued) ...