My Journey of Becoming…a Qualified Teacher
It’s been 2 weeks. A lot that I’ve been
through. Mentioning about frown faces of senior teachers, warm welcome
from my Borneo colleagues, & the most awesome 2-day blend in with 2
Indian, English-empowered educators. So far it seems that all the
prerequisite that En. Mohas been saying: ruling of blending in,
sacrifices that we practical teachers must do, had seem fruitful. Has
I’m not in his class, I would’ve been in culture shock.
Starting from the 1st day I was asked to give a speech
spontaneously that people been giving me “Lee Chong Wei" as a nickname,
things had been in ups and downs frequently. Thankfully, guidance from
my own UPSI-ian blood guide teacher in the school, Mdm. Norhasnamila
didn’t place me in a blurred state. I’m starting to get the flow of
it. For this practical session I was given 5 classes to monitor: Form 4
Science for History, & Form 1 and 2 classes for Computer Literacy.
4 of these, well I kind of grasped it a little up until today but 1 of
the 2nd former class leaves me speechless, breathless & motionless
each Thursday that I’m starting to fear every 4th day of the week.
From my perspective, students should be given uneven proportions
of care & monitoring towards nurturing them. My Science class often
got fired with a rally of my machine gun, & it left them in silence
but notion. It’s different situation for my Form 2 classes, that I
had to tell them about my hacking skills to shroud them with
intimidation. Both of my Form 1 classes, are the cream of crop. After
my constant sharing of my life stories with them (partially love break),
they seems to adore me a lot. “Cikgu lempang je dia. Tak guna orang
cam tu!!!" Hahaha, do I laughed. Like today when I chatted with some of
them, that they kissed my palm before I left home (a normal Malay
tradition of respecting elders). “Aah, so that’s how it feels like.",
my heart quivers.
Nowadays I’ve seen my course mates’ act on Facebook, sharing
about ho well their students behave & stuff. But we don’t know the
actual reality, right? Like I mentioned before, some things are better
kept quiet. They took pictures of students during class sessions,
posing in pics where students had that “desperate" look, asking for
lesson plans that they might could do it themselves. I think most of
these acts didn’t evolve them as a person. It’s the same when they’re
in the university, same moulding. For 1 semester I would be able to avoid those people that gave me so much discomfort.
But from what I seen, teachers are a group of individuals who’re
willing to provide, sacrifice, and endure through numerous hardships
just to carry out their tasks to serve the youths. Kudos to my pals who
aren’t obsessed with taking pictures of them writing daily lesson
plans. You rule. Hope my journey here would mature me as a person, so
when I return to that institution I would be prepared to take anything.
Insya Allah.
My Journey of Becoming…a Qualified Teacher
It’s been 2 weeks. A lot that I’ve been
through. Mentioning about frown faces of senior teachers, warm welcome
from my Borneo colleagues, & the most awesome 2-day blend in with 2
Indian, English-empowered educators. So far it seems that all the
prerequisite that En. Mohas been saying: ruling of blending in,
sacrifices that we practical teachers must do, had seem fruitful. Has
I’m not in his class, I would’ve been in culture shock.
Starting from the 1st day I was asked to give a speech
spontaneously that people been giving me “Lee Chong Wei" as a nickname,
things had been in ups and downs frequently. Thankfully, guidance from
my own UPSI-ian blood guide teacher in the school, Mdm. Norhasnamila
didn’t place me in a blurred state. I’m starting to get the flow of
it. For this practical session I was given 5 classes to monitor: Form 4
Science for History, & Form 1 and 2 classes for Computer Literacy.
4 of these, well I kind of grasped it a little up until today but 1 of
the 2nd former class leaves me speechless, breathless & motionless
each Thursday that I’m starting to fear every 4th day of the week.
From my perspective, students should be given uneven proportions
of care & monitoring towards nurturing them. My Science class often
got fired with a rally of my machine gun, & it left them in silence
but notion. It’s different situation for my Form 2 classes, that I
had to tell them about my hacking skills to shroud them with
intimidation. Both of my Form 1 classes, are the cream of crop. After
my constant sharing of my life stories with them (partially love break),
they seems to adore me a lot. “Cikgu lempang je dia. Tak guna orang
cam tu!!!" Hahaha, do I laughed. Like today when I chatted with some of
them, that they kissed my palm before I left home (a normal Malay
tradition of respecting elders). “Aah, so that’s how it feels like.",
my heart quivers.
Nowadays I’ve seen my course mates’ act on Facebook, sharing
about ho well their students behave & stuff. But we don’t know the
actual reality, right? Like I mentioned before, some things are better
kept quiet. They took pictures of students during class sessions,
posing in pics where students had that “desperate" look, asking for
lesson plans that they might could do it themselves. I think most of
these acts didn’t evolve them as a person. It’s the same when they’re
in the university, same moulding. For 1 semester I would be able to avoid those people that gave me so much discomfort.
But from what I seen, teachers are a group of individuals who’re
willing to provide, sacrifice, and endure through numerous hardships
just to carry out their tasks to serve the youths. Kudos to my pals who
aren’t obsessed with taking pictures of them writing daily lesson
plans. You rule. Hope my journey here would mature me as a person, so
when I return to that institution I would be prepared to take anything.
Insya Allah.
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