Visiting the Professor

Kind benevolence

Books on the prof's shelf

Storm's a-brewing over Engineering

There are some people who have left a deep impression or helped me over the course of my life. People who regardless of their age, religion or nationality has become quite dear to me. Prof is one such. I call him 老师, which is 'teacher' in Chinese, most respectfully. 

Just a few days ago, he sent me an message to ask how I was doing. Honestly, I felt ashamed because I should have been asking instead. I found that he was not feeling too well recently and made a trip to visit him today.

There's something terribly nostalgic about going back to school. The sights and the smell. It's all too familiar. It seemed like all the years spent at this old little place has returned, overwhelming the senses all at once. Waiting for 151. Watching students mugging on the bus (this week's reading week). Walking the back path leading from arts foyer to business canteen. Seeing the same vietnamese, western food stalls, the same yellow-red tables and chairs we used to hang out at. Walking past Hon Sui Sen library. Finding myself buying a novel at COOP. Running after 151 to go home. Reading a novel on the bus.

老师 has relocated to the new, swanky Mochtar Riady Building. Alas, we are several years late in enjoying this new facility. Glad to see him still chatty but sensed a tinge of tiredness. He mildly chided me when I told him I was tired of working at Level 23. But his wish has always been to see his students successful and able to contribute back to society. I am working on the contribute back to society part :D

I do wish him a full recovery for there is not a professor quite like him.