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Chris | 12th Jun 2007, 2:06 PM | 母校情 | (1266 Reads)

To my fellow alumni of the Class of ’71: Following is an article that I had written as a tribute to Mr. Francis Kong, and was to be included along with others in a book commemorating him. Through my own procrastination, it was too late to be included by the time I finished. I would like to share it with you now, hoping to stimulate some ruminations on your part about the man.

Some time after accepting the invitation to express my thoughts on our beloved Mr. Kong, it occurred to me that perhaps I was not the most qualified WahYanite of my class for such an undertaking. You see, unlike some of my contemporaries, I never had the benefit of ever being taught by Mr. Kong. Looking back, I would have to regard this, somewhat ruefully, as a missing piece in an otherwise very fulfilling learning--and growing up--experience in Wah Yan. Funnily enough though, when I began to put thoughts on paper, my recollection of the experience or observations of him came flooding back. I would like to share a couple of the more poignant ones (to me anyway) here with you.

My first recollection of Mr. Kong, as far as experience goes, was closer to an introduction to the man himself. It happened one day during my first semester at Wah Yan. We were walking in double file back to the classroom after some event. As we walked by the hallowed ground that was the teachers’ room, out came the door this figure in resplendent white pants and matching shoes, with a crisp, blue striped shirt, asking out loud to no one in particular, “ I wonder what class this is, Form 1D or C? I say they are very well behaved.” We were all struck by Mr. Kong’s appearance, but more importantly, by the way he spoke. I had never, and am quite confident have not since then, heard English words roll off the tongue of anyone, be it native or non native speaker, with such clear enunciation and intonation. I remember I made, not without some trepidation, a mental note then that this was what it would take, as far as studying English is concerned, to be in the big league that was Wah Yan.

The second episode of my encounter with Mr. Kong was one he initiated. In the third or fourth year into the Wah Yan life, a few of my classmates formed a folk group and entered a popular TV variety show. (Strictly speaking, I, not particularly blessed with any singing and/or instrument playing talents, was more like a hanger-on cum manager of the group.) The day after the show was aired which had our group win the preliminary round and qualify to compete in the finals, Mr. Kong came marching toward us during the recess. He was gushing with enthusiasm and compliments, having obviously watched the show and caught our act, as it were, the night before. His reaction and even his knowledge of our performance came as a surprise to us, as we had intended for the experience to be a low key one. That it was him who was already an icon to us by then made the experience even more memorable. He commented positively about our selection, the singing harmony, and in particular, our diction. On the last point, he was quite emphatic about its importance. More tellingly, he was very pleased with how well we had acquitted ourselves in this respect and how, in so doing, we had demonstrated to the rest of the world (well, Hong Kong anyway) the rigor and quality of Wah Yan’s English curriculum, of which he was one of the critical architects and a consummate and tireless practitioner. Obviously, we were on cloud nine after his encouragement, and I, for one, was struck by how he wore his love and pride for the school and the students on his sleeve, a true Wah Yanite to the core if ever there was one.

Over the ensuing years, we graduated and left Wah Yan and dispersed into the different corners of world. Having spent an extended period overseas, I came back to stay in Hong Kong only a few years ago. The last time I saw Mr. Kong was at one of the musical variety shows staged at the Assembly Hall in Wah Yan. He must have been nearing his retirement then. There were students, past and present, in the audience, and I can recall that he was in his element as he mingled in the crowd, exchanging pleasantries and shared memories, with almost everyone. As the evening activities were winding down and people began to leave, I caught Mr. Kong in a rare moment of being alone by himself, cutting a rather forlorn figure as he looked on the alumni and students bidding farewell to each other. There was oddly a note of sadness and contentment in his expression---sad as he knew what he would have to miss after he retired from Wah Yan; content because he knew he had helped shape the lives of so many of us, present that evening or otherwise, through his years of being a teacher and a friend.

The latter point, I believe, is the true measure of Mr. Kong’s contribution and legacy to Wah Yan and the students he had taught and nurtured over the years. To which, I would like to say, “Thank you, for having made a difference in our lives in more ways than you realized.”





您講的那個Singing Show,我記得是TVB的「聲寶之夜」,唱的是Yellow Bird。
出場的是您、黃萬石、何肇鏗,and who else?

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