March 30, 2011

Sangat terganggu.

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Saya takut. Saya takut.
Saya lemah. Saya lemah.
Saya negatif. Saya negatif.
Saya pendendam
Saya pendendam

Ini kali pertama perasaan rendah diri, kurang yakin dengan diri, mempersoalkan kelayakan diri dan rasa ingin tunduk pada setiap kelemahan diri; menyerang selepas tiga minggu berpraktikal. Rasa ingin mengalah.  

Esok, aku akan dipantau oleh guru pembimbing. Hal ini adalah biasa bagi guru praktikum, namun, aku meragui kelayakan dan kemahiran diri kerana peristiwa lepas. Peristiwa yang buatkan aku hilang keyakinan diri apabila seorang pemantau berada di belakang bilik darjah, memerhati dan menilai setiap tingkah laku, cara pengajaran, pemaikan, perwatakan, isi pegajaran, cara penyampaian; yang melayakkan diri menjadi seorang guru.

Peristiwa "micro-teaching" yang lepas, yang sangat terkesan di minda aku. Setiap kali terfikirkan peristiwa itu, hati rasa sangat sakit, sangat terkesan dengan apa yang terjadi. Setiap kali imej terimbau, hati makin keras, makin susah untuk memaafkan. Kerana anda yang terlibat. Kerana anda semua, rasa sebak tak pernah hilang walau beberapa bulan telah berlalu. Kerana anda semua, saya rasa saya tidak berguna. Kerana anda semua, saya fobia. Kerana itu, saya mengangap memaafkan serta melupakan adalah ssngat sukar. Kerana anda semua, saya hilang kepercayaan terhadap kawan. Ya, saya pendendam.

Esok, aku akan cuba sedaya upaya menggantikan memori hitam itu dengan suatu yang dapat aku banggakan. Kerana kamu semua tiada disni lagi. Tiada lagi hamba allah yang tersenyum sinis apabila melihat aku dalam kepayahan dan kesempitan. Aku akan cuba sebaik mungkin.


March 24, 2011

Sayang kamu

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*sheepish smile*
Saya sayang kamu semua
(^_^)

Here goes the story.
I just come back from 2 Bestari.
Just now, I teach them Adverbs.
So, to make the lesson more interesting, 
I've held a game as their practice stage.
N for the present, 
I'll give them this
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Julies Peanut Butter Sandwich
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(Google images)

Since teacher xde budget tinggi, ini je la yang teacher dapat bagi.

They were so competitive.
They listened to me closely,
Respond to the lesson well.

However!
Because they are so eager to win, 
some students start to say

"Teacher, why only boys?"
"Teacher, I raise hand first?"
"Teacher, asyik Akmal je. I want jugak"
"Ala teacher, questions sikit sangat"
"Teacher ni, tak adil, saya angkat tangan dari tadi"

My dear students, kamu semua sangat comel.
Sampai tak terkata-kata saya dibuatnya.
Tp, as human, sye ade personal preference.
Saya mmg suka tgk muka Akmal. 
Kenapa??
Sbb, muka die membuat saya jatuh sayang.
Kenapa??
Sbb muka die mcm Amir.
Sape??
My little brother yang manja melampau, sweet, talkative.
The best thing is: die dngr cakap n mudah untuk dibuli.
So, I feel like teaching my own lil brother,
sbb 2 la saye asyik sebut name Akmal je.
Tapi teacher sayang kamu semua bcos all of u are my dear students.
Btul, sayang all of you.

Teacher Tak Adil?

Hehek, maap, teacher pn manusia jugak ;p

March 19, 2011

Lets whine

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"Whiners have been known to make valid points, but then they act like the point is the most important thing in the world"
(anonymous) 

1st point that she wanted to whines about is; she had been left all along, in this gloomy house because she refused to get up and open the window. I mean, this is totally unfair when I love had to lay on the bed, writing whining virtually instead of being in my hometown enjoying the season. How could they left me alone? 
Because you have to go back to Malacca! 
Oh, Ok, I get it. But still, its something to be told, because I am a whiner.

The next thing is; the school break is almost over. Mayday! Mayday! I don't have the time! But I am capable of relaxing on my back, without a trace of guilt. Dida will come over tonight and we are going to head back to Malacca on.. weh, freaking tomorrow! And the day after tomorrow, i'll be making chaotic memories on that school. 
That's your responsibility as a trainee teacher la! 
Oh, Ok, I get it. But still, its something to be told, because I am a whiner.

Then; the school. Headache! Headache! Ok, let me be a total whiner on this. Chronologically, on the 4th day in school, the principal finally cleared his unorganized tight schedule to meet us. Teacher-trainee. For the first time. Is it not obvious?. For the first time, after the fourth day at the school, we finally got our rare chances, to meet the head of the school. The Pengetua. I was like; "oh, finally, we will be greet by the principle". I was expecting a warm, welcoming face that would surely give us support as a beginner, and boost over confidence, and willing to give us guidance. What do you expect? It's like hoping for beds of roses, lilacs ad dandelions when you are clearly on a desert (exaggeration is my middle name! humor me, erthlings) The first sentence that I heard from him wasn't "welcome to so and so, and I hope you find it comfortable to be here" but, in stern, straight voice, " I want to check on your Rancangan Pengajaran. I am the PRINCIPLE, so have the authority to call upon all of you whenever I like. You, trainee teachers, need a special supervision so that you don't pollute my children(students) when you leave this school " 
Suddenly I felt like singing; Yang kurik kundi, yang merah saga, baik budi indah la bahasa ooooo...

I get it, his trying to show off enforce! that he holds the authority. Actually, you didn't have to do that, you are The Pengetua, an with the name itself comes the power. Everybody knows that. After checking our RP's book, he showed us some gratitudes because we have been doing one swell of the job in teaching his students. Oh, I've been cynical over ad over. Instead of checking what we have been teaching, he scanned for imperfections. He told us how lazy teacher trainee could be and that's why he need like to do this. Then, lets begins Q n A session.

P: What are your objectives here?
Sue: I want to learn on how to teach the.....
P: You are here not just for learning! You also need to teach......
don't you know it is rude to interrupt without warning? Clearly you don't want to know the answer. So, why bother asking one?

P: Since you are very good on your theory, I want you to apply it here. So, what did you do on your relief classes?
Aku: Usually, I ask them what they have learnt and .....
P: what is the use of asking that? You should have use you skills and whatever that you've learn on UNIVERSITY!
Once again. It's rude to interrupt. I am yet finish my sentences. I asked the students what their teachers do during the relief classes and what did they say? THE TEACHER ASKS US TO SLEEP! You see, I pity the students when they said that. Asked them to sleep? How hilarious is that. This is a school, upper secondary some more, and the teachers treats them like they are being left at kindergarten or nursery where there is a slot for afternoon nap. Ironically, the head of the school asked us to make us of our skills. Anyway, what's his problem with Uiversity? I smell the inferiority complex kicking in. 

P: We should have let the University trains the trainee teachers on their own. Why bother send them to school?
I say, why bother accepting us in the first place if this is how you gonna treat us? You should have rejected the proposal for teacher trainee long before you start accepting them. Then, the blame is on you because you are not true to your words and it shows us, the beginner in this field, how tangle the system might be, under your supervision.

P: I want to know about Nilam. Language teachers, have you check about that? Did you know about Nilam?
Aku: Yes, Nilam is.....
P: Have you check you students' book?
Aku: No, not yet, I ...
P: What is this? I am not satisfy with the Nilam's program. Another language teacher? Did you check on this?
Dida: No, not yet, we...
P: Look at them, is this how you going to be a teacher?
Dida: Cikgu, this is our first week in this school, so we have not been informed about that yet.
.silence.
P: Head of language department, I am not satisfy with the achievement o this program, please do something.
Laughing Mighty Out Loud! He doesn't even know that we've been here for only four days. This is professionalism. And I can't see any trace of that on you. Clearly, he was not happy with his staffs and taking it out on us. Is this how the pengetua is? Then, I dont want to stay in this profession, when you will have an autocratic leader, that finally will restrict your action and not to mention your mind. The first experience is really important in how you perceive the world after. Have you ever wonder why some babies yelling, wailing out loud when they touch the water while some babies literally have to be dragged out of the water? Because, their first experience with the water, whether positive or negative encounter with it, decides everything. Ok, lets imagine I am the baby (not that I am as adorable as little-monster-super-cute-baby) and the school is water. It is the same for me. This is the first experience in school, and I have bad impression on this, so it just impossibly hard for me to say that "this is what I want to do for my life". Starting to asks why did i blindly, took the scholarship that requires me to teach at lest for 3 years.

M: The teacher from IPG is more qualified than University's teacher.
M: Please don't take your students out, take them to their house, especially you form 4 students, please don't have scandals with them. It happens before.
Double standard. And it happens to come out from the very mouth of a senior teacher. Yes, a teacher who spend her life time to educate students. I just feel sick. You know, some people is willing to step on other people to be where they are today. I clearly, witnessed it myself, sitting just in front of me.Politics is everywhere. I just don't feel like to stay in this anymore. Frankly, the fourth day in school, as a teacher trainee, is like spraying a bucket of water on a currently lit candle. Then, the fire helplessly put off without any resistance. That's me alright.

Uh, finally, I don't feel like writing all those conversations. Lets the rest be a secret ke?. Most importantly, Dida, Sue and I, feel so bad and stressed out.
That is life, you. Don't you expect life will be easy on you every time you take the next step. If this doesn't happened, you will never think and get caught up in your own fantasy world where it the rainbows stretching  above you head, birds chipping happily and streams flow endlessly. These experiences will mold you, strengthen you, and educate you. If it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger. 
Oh, Ok, I get it. But still, its something to be told, because I am a whiner.


March 16, 2011

Mourning over you/me

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I'm wearing the mourner's cloak
He's dead
(T_T)
Sobs
He's gone
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I'll miss you
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R.I.P
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Real Name: Gold. D. Ace
Nickname: Fire Fist Ace
A great brother to Monkey D. Luffy,
Precious son of White Beard
Passionate, true to his words, faithful
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End of mourning
taking my cloak off of me
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I'm sorry Ace, but life must go on, with or without you.
Your place had been replaced by this cool guy
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~Red-hair Shanks~

Haha, well that's life
Patah tumbuh, hilang berganti
Jap, sbelum itu, jgn sape2 kutuk diriku ini cos suke ngn anime ni.
Tgk anime pun dapat benefit jugak tau!
Contohnya,
Dalam mase aku teruja tgk characters berperang, melawat ke tempat2 fantasi, bertemu ngn mythical creatures, berusaha ntuk mneyelamatkan kawan die, bergelak ketawa, bersedih n berusaha untuk jadik the king of pirates, aku tbe2 tersedar;
Ia buat aku sedar akan kekurangan diri sendiri.
Ye, benda penting yg mmg xde pd dri aku.

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Kesungguhan
Passion
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Kesungguhan dalam mengejar apa yang anda cita-citakan
Rasenya, perasaan tu xpernah ade dalam dri aku
If I want something, I never desperately try to grab it.
When something cross the path, I'll easily give up the hope
I'll turned my face away if it gets harder
I'll just let it go, let it loose, until it comes to me.
kononnya: what passes you is not for you, and what's for you you, will not pass you
but, is it count when you just wait without putting a lil bit of effort?
Menyedihkan bukan?
Boo, Loser.




March 13, 2011

Reflection (1st week)

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Slrrppp.. sambil menghirup hot steamy lemon tea, tiba-tiba rasa rajin yang membuak-buak untuk meng-update blog. Tapi, instead of writing about my bro yg ade kat cni, or kemanisan n ke-fresh-an buah honey dew yg dipos dr kg, or pasal how i'm going to spend this precious one week holiday, or pasal alya sakinah yag makin BUAS or pasal ainul fatihah yg resembles my mother day by day...... i'll write on reflection (my homework actually). Sambil tu, jom loading Shakespeare in love. 



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*This reflection thingy will contribute at least 5 out of 100 marks for my practicum. so, lets ramble!*

March 7, 2011; the first day as practicum teacher. As my friends and I showed up at the school, we headed straight to the office. We were informed that the assembly for the day has been cancelled. I was very happy to hear that because I am afraid that the teachers might call us up on stage, to introduce us to the whole school. Well, dear students, I suffer from stage fright, breathless and faint . As GPK1 gave us our schedule for teaching, I scanned through the paper. I got to teach 4IT1 and 2Bestari.

As I entered 2Bestari, I introduced myself and get started with ice-breaking session. The class cheered when they learned that I'm going to teach them English, instead of Mr.Valaitham. Why? Because they thought that I'm not going to be as strict as their previous teacher. Hopefully. There are 36 students in the class and I am having a hard time to remember every each of them. Because they are too exited, I can't control the class well. I practically, have to yell, so that my voice can out done their voices. I suffered from sore throat and head ache for the first day at school.

4IT1 was quite a challenge for me. As I introduced myself as their new teacher, the some students started to ask me to use Bahasa Melayu instead of English. "Teacher, I can't understand you!", they said. I've told them that I will speak in English because I am an English teacher, but I'll use the simple words so that they can understand. Two of my students started to protest by singing a Chinese song and completely ignored me. In the next class, I tried my best to bond with my students. We talk about the songs that we like, the places that we wanted to visits, and surprisingly, they started to open up and use English in their conversations.

I have been assigned to prepare a poem for send off ceremony of a teacher. I have trained Haikal and Amirah, form 6 students, to present a poem to Mr. Naza. I was very grateful because both of them are familiar with this area, so the training process went smoothly. I was proud with both of them as they recite the poem during the assembly and received the big claps from the teachers and students.

One week went by as I struggled to adapt with environment, 2 lesson plans per day and anticipating for the next 11 weeks. I've learned that I like to teach the students, seeing their eager faces to comprehend my lesson. However, the lack of encouragement from the principle, the head of school, really brings me down. I find it hard to adapt to the school atmosphere, where the teachers divided themselves into groups and badmouthing the others, and trying to get us on their sides. I believe, as practicum teacher, I have to keep my thought to myself, keep my mouth shut, and do the works that have been assigned. Lots of works to be exact.

Fuhhh, siap! 5 markah utuk sye for honesty. 
Tapi, itu blum masuk the exact words the principle used to described us.
okay, hint sket.
"Ckg dr Universiti x berkualiti mcm ckg maktab"
Oh really? (sile bace dgn nada mluat teramat)
Xpe, yg tu masuk entry laen.

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Whohoohooo, masuk golongan hot gak la Will ni


Always love Gwyneth! Thumbs up! Heads up!

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I need, eh have to watch this movie.
Tata
Bye-bye



March 3, 2011

To be or not to be

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What is it you for being 23 years old? 
Yes, for breathing freely on this earth for 23 years. 

Do you manage to find what you searching for? Or, you still don't know what are you searching for? Or, worse, you stop searching because you are too coward to face the upcoming day as it got tougher? Don't stop searching, and do it at your own pace. No matter if it requires you to run with all you might, walk with tons of lead, crawls on your broken knees or even creep so slow. At least you are moving forward. And I believe, as long as you don't give up, Allah s.w.t will show you the way. Insyaallah.

I wish for a better me, in heart and soul.To be a good servant. To be wiser through my action and my speech. To be a filial daughter to beloved Babah n Mama. To be a responsible sister to Wan, Dja, Anis, Faiz, Afiq and Amir. To be a sweetheart to Dida, Aja, Eman, Sue, Anah, and my most cherished friend. And I want to look at the mirror  and whisper to myself that "I am proud of you"


March 2, 2011

Today's lesson is 'Fear'

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According to Cambridge dictionary, fear is an unpleasant emotion or thought that you have when you are frightened or worried about something dangerous, painful or bad that is happening or might happening.

What is your definition of fear?

It is fear when I woke up gasping from nightmare, then frightened to move a muscle because of the thought of waking up the sleeping snakes all around me. And I have to stay still, chanting to myself that there are no snakes on the very bed that I am in, until I have the guts to move and get a glass of warm water. Or else, I'll wait until the panic mode passes, and go back to sleep. Always experience this during childhood,  sometimes when I have bad day. Then, I'll cringed at the mention of 'snake' till this very day.

Fear is when I have to walk alone along the dark alley and pretending to be fearless. Because I am clouded with fear, I'll keep my head straight, without glancing what's on my left or on my right. Keep on marching and marching and marching.

Fear is when I have to move to a new house in a completely unfamiliar place, without my mom and my dad around. Feels like crying silently and hopes and hopes and hopes that they will be here at least to assure me that it's okay.

Fear is when I am on my way to school office, met a stranger wearing a name tag "Azhar", told us that  the school is not in need of the practicum teacher. The heart beating faster and silently praying that it will turn out well. Then, relief replace the fear when I spotted the UPM symbol on his shirt. Cikgu, how could you played us when you can smell the nervousness juice coming through our pores, clearly saw the fear on our faces. Sobs. At least, he have guts to joke around :) A super senior, nice start I hope.

Many of our fears are tissue-paper-thin, and a single courageous step would carry us clear through them. 
Quoted from Brendan Francis

I'll pray that I"ll be given strength to face the upcoming fear, as I walk one step further. Amin.