I attended the five-hour Highway Code class last Saturday. It was conducted in Bahasa Malaysia.
The supervisor from the driving school told me that English
classes are held on Sundays. There was no class last Sunday because it was a
I was asked if I want to attend this Sunday’s class
but I will be away in Kedah for the NSTP-Media Prima & IJN medical outreach
So I chose to go for the Saturday class instead. If
not, I would have to wait for the following Sunday to attend the class.
This is the first of two theory classes that I will
have to attend before I am issued the “L” licence. The other will be a six-hour
Earlier, a staff of the driving school called me to
confirm my attendance to the class. She reminded that I need to “pakai baju sopan.” She didn’t tell me
anything about footwear.
I wore sandals bbut before class started she lent me
a pair of “kasut yang bertutup”.
JPJ datang check, dia akan suruh
kakak keluar sebab tidak menepati syarat hadir ke kelas,” she told me. No
JPJ officials came to check on the class. If not, some girls would have to
leave class because they too were wearing sandals.
Before going into class, candidates had to have to
their right thumb print scanned. We had to do the same after class ended.
In class, I was given an English manual. I had asked
Class was from 9.30am to 3.30pm, with a 30 minute
morning and lunch breaks.
I thought I would easily be the oldest candidate in
the class but there was someone much older than me. “Saya … saya,” she said, hands in the air when the trainer asked for
candidates to introduce themselves.
Hasnah … Makcik Hasnah, umur 63 tahun,” she said to the cheers of some
60-odd candidates in the class.
She signed up for both the motorcycle and car driving
classes. “Saya takut sebenarnya … saya
pernah masuk longkang masa bawa motor,” she told the class. “Saya jerit minta tolong dari dalam longkang
tu. Orang datang tolong saya,” she said.
To tell you the truth, we could all do without the
class. The girl sitting next to me shook her head countless times as we
listened to the trainer’s nonsensical ramblings.
It was to me a total waste of time. We were better
off learning the Highway Code by ourselves.
The trainer spent the first three hours of the period
sharing his experience about driving and teaching people how to drive. He also
got some of the candidates to share their experiences. One student actually
slept through the class.
It was the last hour or so that we went through the
Drivers Education Curriculum (DEC) book.
Earlier when introducing the book, he told us jokingly
to “Balik rumah, rebus buku ni, minum
airnya.” We were asked to turn to certain pages, underline a word or a
sentence, because these were some of the parts “yang akan keluar semasa ujian nanti,” he said.
I seriously do not see the necessity of having to sit
for the class. And if indeed there is a need for one, RTD should constantly
drop into the class to see whether the so called syllabus is covered.
Before class ended, we had to inform the staff of the
driving school on our chosen date to attend the test.
I signed up for the test on February 19.
- to be continued