I remember my student years at Tan An Primary School, Thu Dau Mot City, Binh Duong - Photo provided by parent
These November days, sitting in the secondary school classroom, watching the sunflower petals whirling in the schoolyard, I have a lingering feeling about my old primary school.
Tan An Primary School, Thu Dau Mot City, Binh Duong Province gave me the most beautiful memories of my childhood. I played with my friends under the Royal Poinciana tree, sharing each other’s bags of cookies, candies, toys, and the quickly forgotten quarrels of children.
Nicknames like Fat Huyen, Old Lady Duong, Skinny Anh… helped us stay close to each other throughout elementary school.
There were tears rolling down hidden behind the ao dai of our second grade homeroom teacher. That year, my class had a student named Yen Phuong who was in difficult circumstances. The homeroom teacher and her parents contributed and brought the money to her house, but for some reason, in the middle of the second semester, she dropped out of school without even knowing the reason, nor could she contact her. Yen Phuong was also the character in my article “Beloved School” published in Nhi Dong newspaper.
I also saw her often taking a boy from my neighborhood, who was in the same class as me, home every afternoon. That was also the last year that he studied with us so that he could go back to his hometown in the North with his parents. That was the moment that every student always wished for.
Or I remember the three-pointed head of the third grade homeroom teacher. That year, the COVID-19 pandemic was raging, we had to study online, which was extremely cramped and inconvenient. But with his humorous style, he made our class united, tried hard to study, and stayed away from the ghost movies that were secretly in the class chat groups.
He always loved and helped the weak students in the most effective way. Later, he moved up to teach grade 5, next to our class. Sometimes we witnessed him organizing games that were… unimaginable but interesting for any student. That was organizing weddings for couples who had a record of disrupting the class. The grand wedding invitations were sent to… his former students. Having fun and being able to remove the barriers of hatred for each other is what every student desires the most.
I read a foreign book called “Happy School”. I realized how our homeroom teachers transformed into our friends. There was no negative view of anyone, but only love and respect for each child’s differences. That year I also won second prize in the Children’s Newspaper for the article “Thank you for the love”.
Our homeroom teacher in grade 4 was a very special person. She was also addicted to the game Lien Quan like us. After dinner, she made us go to bed while she played the game! I knew that was her way of relieving stress with the most rowdy class in school. And maybe that was how she sensed our personalities through the language of the game.
She is an active, enthusiastic and loving person. At the beginning of the school year, she and her parents contributed to help Anh (Anh Rom) when she had a heart disease. She kept one of our friends, who later became the character in my final year article in Nhi Dong newspaper, I won a prize!
We also ran the first marathon steps of our student life with her on the tree-lined asphalt road in the suburbs of Thu Dau Mot.
Students of Tan An Primary School, Thu Dau Mot City, Binh Duong participate in a running race launched by Tan An Ward - Photo provided by parents
I had the chance to talk to many subject teachers, such as Mr. Vinh who taught IT, Ms. Thuy who taught English. Or even Ms. Tuyet Hanh, the vice principal, who wished she could go back to her childhood and play around like us when she sat watching us learn to swim.
I still remember the tireless efforts of the General Union of the Young Pioneers – Ms. Tram – to ensure school discipline and launch emulation movements at all levels. I was a red star and participated in almost all activities of the Young Pioneers. Later, I realized that Young Pioneers activities are an important part of helping students practice behavior, handle situations, and understand more about the collective as well as life skills for students.
And the warm, caring caresses of Ms. Yen, the school's health care provider, after each time we got scratched, sprained, or had an injury. I respect Ms. Yen's health, she hardly dares to be "sick" for a single day. The school only has her in charge of health care, but she is very busy, checking the lunch samples every day, giving out eye drops and masks to each class, reminding everyone about seasonal diseases, and announcing the vaccination schedule to the whole school. The small room next to the stairs where we often go to class is always clean, neat, and has a distinctive medical smell. That place always makes us feel secure!
There are still many memories of the smiles, hands, and eyes of the security guard and the cleaning lady. And the gentle, tolerant smile and the always watching eyes of Ms. Thu Thuy, the principal, are always engraved in our minds. Or the gentle words to each of us from the vice principal, Ms. Loan, in the cafeteria, so that we could finish our portion of vegetables as a plus point for the class.
Thank you for a beautiful horizon. I have entered secondary school, to a new horizon. I will always remember the strong shoulders of the teachers who helped us study happily. I wish my old teachers much happiness.
(Student Thuy Duong - Class 6A7, Dinh Hoa Secondary School, Thu Dau Mot City, Binh Duong Province)
Teachers sew ao dai to give to students at the beginning of the school year
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