Assalammualaikum dear blog,
What to say?? Here i am. Sitting on a chair in teachers room at SKSU. It have been a nice experience. It is tired...it is a disaster...it is patience..but most importantly, it is a memory. Memory that keep me aware that Allah is the one and the best planner of all. It have been my dream since...forever...to be a teacher. Didn't get a chance to apply for maktab, didn't pass the UPSI test and didn't get to study TESL,my once dream to become an english teacher. It is frustrated...it is a mistake...it is a obstacle to my dream. I once though...this things happen to me is the pitstop for my dream to become a teacher.
But Alhamdulillah, after im finished my practical, there is a vacancy in SKSU. Im soo happy to know I can become a teacher. Aftter almost 3 month teaching here. I know why Allah put my dream to an end. Its because i cannot stop love the children. I cannot hurt them and expect nothing more than love from them.
Sepanjang mengajar, never once i expect them to respect me for i am their teacher. I just hope they can understand every single thing i taugh them and have fun. Maybe that is the reasons why when it come to my turn to teach a class, that class would be the most noisy class in the whole school. But it is fine to me as long as what i taugh can actually be understand by some student. Why just some?? Because you cannot expect much from the last class right. But i just love them the way they are. First and last there is no difference at all.
Ya Allah...gembira dan sedih bercampur baur nak berenti khamis minggu depan. Gembira sebab it is tired to teach student that cannot remember what you taugh last week..tapisedih sebab those children yang tak pandai lah yang paling rajin menanya. Paling byk idea bila bab main and paling hormat cikgu as a friend and a sister.
Hormat cikgu-awak takkan berani datang dekat cikgu and bising depan cikgu
Hormat kakak-awak takkan berani lawan cakap tapi awak akan berani datang peluk
What to say?? Here i am. Sitting on a chair in teachers room at SKSU. It have been a nice experience. It is tired...it is a disaster...it is patience..but most importantly, it is a memory. Memory that keep me aware that Allah is the one and the best planner of all. It have been my dream since...forever...to be a teacher. Didn't get a chance to apply for maktab, didn't pass the UPSI test and didn't get to study TESL,my once dream to become an english teacher. It is frustrated...it is a mistake...it is a obstacle to my dream. I once though...this things happen to me is the pitstop for my dream to become a teacher.
But Alhamdulillah, after im finished my practical, there is a vacancy in SKSU. Im soo happy to know I can become a teacher. Aftter almost 3 month teaching here. I know why Allah put my dream to an end. Its because i cannot stop love the children. I cannot hurt them and expect nothing more than love from them.
Sepanjang mengajar, never once i expect them to respect me for i am their teacher. I just hope they can understand every single thing i taugh them and have fun. Maybe that is the reasons why when it come to my turn to teach a class, that class would be the most noisy class in the whole school. But it is fine to me as long as what i taugh can actually be understand by some student. Why just some?? Because you cannot expect much from the last class right. But i just love them the way they are. First and last there is no difference at all.
Ya Allah...gembira dan sedih bercampur baur nak berenti khamis minggu depan. Gembira sebab it is tired to teach student that cannot remember what you taugh last week..tapisedih sebab those children yang tak pandai lah yang paling rajin menanya. Paling byk idea bila bab main and paling hormat cikgu as a friend and a sister.
Hormat cikgu-awak takkan berani datang dekat cikgu and bising depan cikgu
Hormat kakak-awak takkan berani lawan cakap tapi awak akan berani datang peluk
KESAYANGANS KU I LOVE YOU GUYS FROM HEAD TO TOE
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