Karren Chia

She is my first English teacher I had in Singapore who I will never forget.

I deliberately preserved all the notes she gave us through which I can retrace my life spent with her in the permanent CR17, which is now my Advanced Maths classroom.

She deserves my wholelife remembrance.

She treated everyone with sheer justice and equality, which is of utmost importance in a class of students with various competence.

I will never forget the scene she buried her head into our journals and marked them with all of her might.
I will never forget her dramatic tone of calling "Richard" and following with a pretending frown.
I will never forget her elegant demeanour, although she does not wear any accessories like a lot of other teachers and her appearance is well beyond being appealing, she is defined as "angellic" by all of us.

She is an affable mother of a 18-year-old boy and a 19-year-old girl.
She depicted her daughter's room as the liar of a lion which evoked my numerous imagination of possible scenes.
She possess a sincere way of giving advice and her suggestions were kept in our mind as "gold tips".
She enjoys the trust from everyone of us which is the best present she got throughout her experience of teaching us.

Whenever I am in trouble or in triumph, the first person I consult with is my mother, the second is my "mummy", the third is her.
Whenever I read the red remarks or those humble pencil traces on my journal, my heart is infused with warmth.
Whenever I recall her early morning arrival and the high pile of The Straits Times stacking on her desk, a sense of admiration is triggered out.
Whenever I carefully caresse the pendant she gave me after her trip to Korea, it is as if we are together in the CR17 again, with the familiar sound of unforgettable "Richard" ``````

She is riveted in my memory,and

She deserves it.