
(Picture taken in 1985-SRK Long Aton, Tinjar, Baram)
Here in SRK Long Aton, Tinjar I started to learn “a, b, c…., 1 to 10”. Every day we have to work, carrying water from Tinjar river and wooden for cooking to hostel’s kitchen. It was very challenging life. These types of activities built a moment that contributes to a perception that school was a boring place. Twenty of students register to school every year, twenty of students quit for the next year. Once they are able to read and write, they will relinquish. At that time, our parents were lacked of knowledge especially in education system. System of study was very deprived. Our slab of hostel was made from bamboo, hostel’s roof was using zinc (2nd hand), when raining in midnight sure it licking. Then every one will sleep at any corner of the hostel to keep away from wet when wake up in the morning.
Now, I am proud to be one of the students. Without SRK Long Aton, sure I couldn’t write this blog, I couldn’t achieve what I am at the moment. I have what people have and I have what I wanted to have. I am proud for all teachers that build us that time, 1982 to 1987. It’s been almost 27 years I still remembered SRK Long Aton, Tinjar. Here my life begins.