256 students pass basic literacy exam in Sabah

Last night when I went to bed, I couldn’t shake off from my mind the pictures of those mothers with their kids. We just finished the last round of evaluation tests to determine whether who among the children attending our learning centers have passed the Basic Literacy Program. Last May, we had 60 passers.
We had a team of volunteer-evaluators composed of two primary teachers from the Philippines who designed the tests and one who used to be a school principal for seven years in the Philippines before she taught in an International school in Thailand for the last five years.

They stayed with us for 3-4 weeks, visiting the centers in the kampongs, observing the students and our teachers.

We were all waiting for the big day, when the tests will be given. And indeed the big day came.

Plus another bigger day, when the results yielded 256 passers for our second batch.

After 10 months, two hundred fifty six were certified readers who can be accepted to our Primary Program this coming January 2011. Should they pursue it. Should their circumstances allow them. Or should they rise above their circumstances.

As I am writing this, one kampong is being demolished. We don’t know where the kids will be. But one thing we are sure, once they can locate the learning center, they will find their way.

Just like the kids who were awarded their certificates after passing the program.

I looked at the pictures again. I looked at the face of the proud Moms, what was inside their hearts were written all over their faces. Their kids will not be like them. They will have a chance.

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Hamsilran’s story (2)

After that age, no one is interested in school anymore. The places that they ended up with oftentimes are tragic. The new teacher in that town school told Hamsilran he will represent their class. To us, Hamsilran represents our kampong and the three hundred and ten kids who are in the literacy center.

Hamsilran (in purple)
Hamsilran (in purple)

Teacher B went back the following day, brought Hamsilran and his mom to a nearby store to buy what he needs for the contest. Our program for our guests went on well at the same time that Hamsilran was competing. By lunch time we learned, he won first place. Our kampong boy won first place. How the kampong rejoiced. Good news like this fuels us to stand the heat of the sun even we have to climb steep hills at times.

When for the first time in his life boys like Hamsilran see what a town is like. See what a school is like. It’s their first time but talk is out that they can compete and outdo the other kids who had been in that school since Form 1. He comes Form 4, straight from the literacy center. Their new teachers are asking, which school they come from, what curriculum are the teachers using. I wished I was there to answer the new teacher.

Or better I could invite her to see the “school”. I hope I will be there when other s like her would visit and I will see her face upon seeing that mothers are teaching their own kids. That kids are sitting on the floor. That kids walk their way too early at times for their class. That they had to take turns in using the space that we have. I wish she would be able to decipher what makes it work for boys like Hamsilran to conquer an entirely new world and stand out.

When Teacher B asked Hamsilran what he needs for the contest, what he needs to give his best- I imagined how he looked when he answered. I know him and I’ve seen those eyes and smile before. Hamsilran answered, just pencils, Teacher B. I need pencils.

Hamsilran’s story

Hamsilran came up to Teacher B and said, Teacher so sorry I cannot be here on day of the guests’ visit. Why? Teacher B asked, she was banking on Hamsilran to be there – their group of young teens, mostly boys always give a very good dance number in each program we have. They train themselves, pick their own music and dance moves.

Hamsilran answered, you see, my new teacher asked me to represent our class in the school’s Drawing Contest. Wow, okay then. You give it your best shot okay? Teacher B replied. Hamsilran did not realize that Teacher B was overcome with emotion.

On our way home, she was holding back her tears but failed. She told me, she feel soooo proud. That Hamsilran came up, talked to her in fluent English and shared what he was up to. Hamsilran is one of our three kampong boys who were able to get admission to the town’s school for non-Malaysian just this January.

He is one of the thousands of kids who cannot read nor write two years ago when we started the literacy center. Since they do not have the proper documents and even when they finally do, school fees are beyond what they can afford , kids aging 4-15 years old like them grow up not knowing how to read and write.

to be continued