Time flies soooo fast...it has been a year I experienced the reality of teaching...I learned through teaching and I taught them through learning...remember, those who dares to teach must never cease to learn…I faced so many obstacles...I realized that a job of a teacher is not only teaching...but a teacher does a job of a counselor, a clerk, the parents, the siblings, friends and the model for the students...my best friend is right about how people describing a teacher...when we talk a lil'bit louder in the mamak stall (as we used to do it in class), people will stare at us...very annoying…sometimes we laugh hilariously without noticing people around us…again..they say we r so bad-mannered…when accidentally we use harsh words, people say 'macam ni ke bahasa seorg guru..?'...when we go out dating our partners, people say 'dat's bad...' u wanna know why…? Another fren told me…because we are teachers…wuttabout if a doctor, or a lawyer or an engineer doing such behaviours...??? Will they judge them as they judge us...? NO...why...? After all…we r human too…kannn…?gosh…there r soo many unanswered WHY...
A year here, I learned on how to organize the lesson plans...which one need to cover first, and which should come to the end of the pages...what to do n where to bring ur students for the club activities...how to manage the back classes students, how to punish those who do not finish their homework...how to deal with students who r so rude and lazy and always boil the teachers' blood... I learned so many things in my first year of teaching. I am the guardian of 100+ students in the hostel...many come to me and share their probs… I tried to help them as much as I could, I put myself in their shoes, I cried and laughed with them, I prayed hard to the Almighty, to grant them strength and be mercy for them...
I noticed, they came from various kinds of background. Their parents divorced when they were small, some never meet their father, some come from poor families, some are rich and very few own a happy family... I could still remember, early in January, I asked myself with so many questions…could I love the unlovely...?cud I help to motivate those who are lack of motivation…?cud I say YES when they say 'teacher,do you have time?i want to tell u my problems...', especially when they knock knock in the middle of the night...?cud I be sincere when they ask for help when I just get back from school at 7.00pm...?cud I drive them to the hosp at 10pm when they complain ‘teacher, I’ve stomach-ache, headache, fever, cold…etc’…gosh...dear fellows…those were the facts that I faced all these while...and alhmd... I managed to handle all those things with the help of the others- my mum n dad, my lil’sis, my sweetheart, my dearest chums and my dedicated exco…I was their big sister although I am smaller than them..;), I was their parents and doctor when they were sick, I was their counselor when they have problems, I was their friends when they wanna laugh or cried or gossiping...I admit that seeing they smile make me feel good...
One girl lost her mother recently...she called me and cried...she said 'teacher..please help me.. I dunno wut to do...I lost the one that I love d most today...I am so ‘do not know’ wut to do...' and she hung up...i called her back…she didn’t answer the phone...I cried for her, as I imagined wut if that happen to me at that moment...then I picked up the keys, started the engine and drove to the hospital…I saw her squatting in front of the lift...when she saw me… she stood up, run and hugged me...I convinced her…we recited the Yasin together while waiting for the discharging process... The next day, I went to the grief for the burial event, with her and some other teachers. She held my hand tight...but she did not cried...I saw the strength inside her eyes…she is learning to accept HIS will…Before I got into my car, she said..'teacher...thank you for make me strong...I dunno wut to do if you were not there for me...' my God…I am so proud of her…I realize then, they don’t ask much..they need our guidance, support and encouragement to be strong and happy to live this life...with or without the persons they love...
When I was in convent, I have a counselor, very close to me, whom I call ‘kakak’ today…I could still remember how anxious she was when one of the students fell sick in the hostel…she drove her to the hosp, waited for her for hours, dealt with the docs and nurses, bought her food and drinks, brought her to the toilet when she asked for it, covered her with blanket when she complained ‘I’m cold’…I saw those deeds…she behaved like the mother of her…but the truth she was just her ordinary student…but why…I searched for the answer, but I couldn’t find one…one day, in my first year of teaching, one of my boy in my class got warded because of the stomach ulcer…I waited for 6 hours in the emergency room, I brought snacks for him when he has been transferred to the ward. I came to the hospital, with books and taught him about the subjects that he missed…suddenly I remembered…ohh…cikgu Sabariah did the same thing once ago…Oh, I did the same as my kakak did to the girl…I found the answer of my question…through my own experience…thinking of the good deeds that I have done especially to my students all these while, make me feel calm as those were the unexpected gift of peace to my heart…
My students are free to talk about their boyfriends, girlfriends although they knew that at the end of the line, they will get my advice…they told me bout the cute guys they met, the teachers they admire and they showed me the ‘bwekk’ SMSes they got from their classmates…huhuhu…funny…there were times we became siblings, there were times they respect me as their teacher…but most of the time we share our joy and happiness, we smiled and laughed together…
A year of teaching experience in SMK DATO SRI AMAR DIRAJA MUAR teaches me so many things…It helps me to prepare myself to face the reality of life…people are everywhere around us…but only some can be awarded as real friends…thanks to my dearest students who taught me indirectly on how to be a good teacher and sister for them…and also…thanks to my colleagues who support me and help me to lead the life as a teacher…special thanks, hugs and kisses to ibu n ayah, adek and my darl zaki who always by my side through thick and thin…
I felt that HE had just given me a special gift…in search of my mother’s garden, I found my own…~
A year here, I learned on how to organize the lesson plans...which one need to cover first, and which should come to the end of the pages...what to do n where to bring ur students for the club activities...how to manage the back classes students, how to punish those who do not finish their homework...how to deal with students who r so rude and lazy and always boil the teachers' blood... I learned so many things in my first year of teaching. I am the guardian of 100+ students in the hostel...many come to me and share their probs… I tried to help them as much as I could, I put myself in their shoes, I cried and laughed with them, I prayed hard to the Almighty, to grant them strength and be mercy for them...
I noticed, they came from various kinds of background. Their parents divorced when they were small, some never meet their father, some come from poor families, some are rich and very few own a happy family... I could still remember, early in January, I asked myself with so many questions…could I love the unlovely...?cud I help to motivate those who are lack of motivation…?cud I say YES when they say 'teacher,do you have time?i want to tell u my problems...', especially when they knock knock in the middle of the night...?cud I be sincere when they ask for help when I just get back from school at 7.00pm...?cud I drive them to the hosp at 10pm when they complain ‘teacher, I’ve stomach-ache, headache, fever, cold…etc’…gosh...dear fellows…those were the facts that I faced all these while...and alhmd... I managed to handle all those things with the help of the others- my mum n dad, my lil’sis, my sweetheart, my dearest chums and my dedicated exco…I was their big sister although I am smaller than them..;), I was their parents and doctor when they were sick, I was their counselor when they have problems, I was their friends when they wanna laugh or cried or gossiping...I admit that seeing they smile make me feel good...
One girl lost her mother recently...she called me and cried...she said 'teacher..please help me.. I dunno wut to do...I lost the one that I love d most today...I am so ‘do not know’ wut to do...' and she hung up...i called her back…she didn’t answer the phone...I cried for her, as I imagined wut if that happen to me at that moment...then I picked up the keys, started the engine and drove to the hospital…I saw her squatting in front of the lift...when she saw me… she stood up, run and hugged me...I convinced her…we recited the Yasin together while waiting for the discharging process... The next day, I went to the grief for the burial event, with her and some other teachers. She held my hand tight...but she did not cried...I saw the strength inside her eyes…she is learning to accept HIS will…Before I got into my car, she said..'teacher...thank you for make me strong...I dunno wut to do if you were not there for me...' my God…I am so proud of her…I realize then, they don’t ask much..they need our guidance, support and encouragement to be strong and happy to live this life...with or without the persons they love...
When I was in convent, I have a counselor, very close to me, whom I call ‘kakak’ today…I could still remember how anxious she was when one of the students fell sick in the hostel…she drove her to the hosp, waited for her for hours, dealt with the docs and nurses, bought her food and drinks, brought her to the toilet when she asked for it, covered her with blanket when she complained ‘I’m cold’…I saw those deeds…she behaved like the mother of her…but the truth she was just her ordinary student…but why…I searched for the answer, but I couldn’t find one…one day, in my first year of teaching, one of my boy in my class got warded because of the stomach ulcer…I waited for 6 hours in the emergency room, I brought snacks for him when he has been transferred to the ward. I came to the hospital, with books and taught him about the subjects that he missed…suddenly I remembered…ohh…cikgu Sabariah did the same thing once ago…Oh, I did the same as my kakak did to the girl…I found the answer of my question…through my own experience…thinking of the good deeds that I have done especially to my students all these while, make me feel calm as those were the unexpected gift of peace to my heart…
My students are free to talk about their boyfriends, girlfriends although they knew that at the end of the line, they will get my advice…they told me bout the cute guys they met, the teachers they admire and they showed me the ‘bwekk’ SMSes they got from their classmates…huhuhu…funny…there were times we became siblings, there were times they respect me as their teacher…but most of the time we share our joy and happiness, we smiled and laughed together…
A year of teaching experience in SMK DATO SRI AMAR DIRAJA MUAR teaches me so many things…It helps me to prepare myself to face the reality of life…people are everywhere around us…but only some can be awarded as real friends…thanks to my dearest students who taught me indirectly on how to be a good teacher and sister for them…and also…thanks to my colleagues who support me and help me to lead the life as a teacher…special thanks, hugs and kisses to ibu n ayah, adek and my darl zaki who always by my side through thick and thin…
I felt that HE had just given me a special gift…in search of my mother’s garden, I found my own…~