A different perspective

Being a teacher is tiring..
Being a practicum teacher is tiring + shocking..

Seeing the world of teaching and learning from a different perspective.
It really had opened my mind and the way I think.

I hope I can be strong, I hope I can survive, I can keep my sanity,
I pray that everything goes smoothly,

Dear 2 Cedilia and 4 Prinsip Akaun students,
Be nice to me.
I hope you understand what am I teaching.
If you don't understand, ask me.
Don't be afraid/ashamed speaking in English.
Try not  speak Kelantanese with me.
Cause I don't pehe.

A Teacher's Prayer

by Jill Wolf

I want to teach
my students more than lessons in a book;

I want to teach them
deeper things
that people overlook -

the value of a rose in bloom
its use and beauty, too;
a sense of curiosity
to discover what is true:

how to think and how to choose
the right above the wrong;

how to live and learn each day
and grow up to be strong;
to teach them always

how to gain
in wisdom and in grace;
so they will someday
make the world
a brighter, better place.

Let me be
a friend and guide
to give these minds a start;
upon their way
down life's long road
then I'll have done my part.


p/s: i'm so busy thinking of the materials, the lesson plans and the necessities of being a teacher but i've forgotten my purpose of being a teacher. lets look back and pray for the best.

Are You Ready???

In a couple of days, I’ll be entering the world of teaching.

5 years of me sitting in classrooms, listening to lectures, and understanding theories of teaching and learning.

Now, it’s time for me to see the classroom from another point of view. Get my hands dirty. Experience it.

Ohh.. am I ready?

Physical wise, such as clothes, stationaries, materials… I can pretty much say I’m ready.

However, from the emotional and mental side of being a teacher… errrrr.. not so.

Oh God, please help me and ease everything. May I become a good teacher and may I do good in my practicum. Amin. 

awkward...

situation:

 it's Wednesday, 80% of my classmates were wearing our class's corporate shirt. It was RED in colour.

and i wasn't in the mood of wearing it, so I wore a BLUE baju kurung.

So, long story short. 

I met the Timbalan Pengarah of IPGM Kampus Kota Bharu. He saw me, he stopped and asked me, 

TP: Ni nape dok pakai baju meghoh nih?? (kecek kelate) 

Me: Saya tak dapat SMS pagi tadi. 

TP: Saya dok tanya dapat SMS ke tidok, saya tanya pasal baju. (berlalu pergi) 

Me: Dok, SMS suroh pakai baju meroh...(sayup2, sbb TP dh berlalu pergi) 

Kengkawan lain: Hahahahahaha.. 

Moral of the story: Don't make stupid jokes in front of higher people like the TP. They might not understand your jokes, and leave you awkwardly feeling guilty for making such jokes. 

(-______-") 

in search for happiness

In the hopes of reaching the moon, men fail to see the flowers that blossom at their feet.

- Albert Schweitzer -

I'm really liking this quotation. Thought i would share it with you.

p/s: did my cleaning toilets today, i could say it was an achievement. wuhuuu~

Orennyyeeee

Third day of January

I went to class as usual today. Usually, 7-10 minutes before the class starts. 

However, it seems like I was late today. Probably because many of my friends are staying off campus right now and they have to come to class early. 

Or probably because Madam was VERY early today. And that was weird. (-__-“) Hmmm.

Madam explained to us about the repertoire of being a teacher. And she touched on how are you going to introduce yourself on the first day of practicum. OH MY GUCCI!! How?? I’ve never thought of that. Madam asked for an example from one my classmates. And then another. I looked away hoping she wouldn’t pick me. But she did. I could not think, I didn’t have any idea. How am I supposed to introduce myself. So, I took any props. And do what I need to do. I think the response was good? I think so. But after that, I was still in shock. ERKKK!! I’m nervous for my practicum in a week time. Am I going to do good? Can I control the class? How I am supposed to teach them when I’m not confident enough with my own English?

Then, I remembered what my mum messaged me when I told her about my practicum.

She wrote:

“Ok relax… Be yourself, always happy and confident.”

InsyaAllah, mak. I will. Fuuuuuuhhhh~~~ May my body are filled with ion2 positive so that I can channel to others as well.

p/s: It’s raining nonstop from this morning. Enjoying the sounds of the raindrops. It’s soothing to the ears.

Clorox

The second day in Maktab Ngeri. Haha.

Supposedly, I have one class. Just one class for today.

Exactly at 745am till 845am as stated in the schedule.

I arrived in class at 745am, 750am.. 8am and there is still no sign of a lecturer coming in. Ok fine.

Then, we waited and waited. Received messages that the class will be postponed later at 1045am.

Then, 1145am. Our patience was being tested. So, my classmates and I bonded by gossiping, and doing some lesson plan.

At 1245am, the whole class could not stand it anymore and we decided to go back. Feeling ‘lantak pi lah, aku nak balik gak’. Why not? It’s because we wasted long hours doing nothing. (-__-)

That was my day.

On a side note, I bought Clorox. Hahaha. Y? It’s because I can’t stand all the dirtiness of my hostel’s toilet. It is the stain, the fungi, the kotoran degil on the wall that I can’t stand anymore. I can’t wait for the ketua aras to act upon it. Maybe it’s better to find the ketua aras and complain about it. But I took the initiative to clean the toilet little by little. Just so I can feel good about myself using the toilet. I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to do that or not. But hey, someone gotta do it and I’m going to use that toilet for another 5months.

That’s all from me. Be nice to each other. 

p/s: can't believe that my lil sis is already in Form 4. 

2013

Fuuuuhhh~~~ daku meniup habuk2 debu di blog ku ini.

Wah, it has been approximately a month that this blog hasn’t been written any posts.

It is not because I’ve forgotten, but everytime I tried to write, I’ll find excuses not to write it.

Anyhow,

2012 already said goodbye and now we welcome 2013.

2012 has left me lots of memories.

Good ones and bad ones.

Among the highlights were: 

• ·         spending good times before leaving the UK (climbing mt. edgecumbe, went to the beach, farewell dinner, handing in my dissertation)
• ·         leaving UK (I cried terribly at Heathrow Airport),
• ·         found out something (if you know, you’ll know)
• ·         heartbreaks
• ·         my eldest brother’s, my first classmate’s and my besfren’s wedding (that was nice)
• ·         a quirky weird birthday celebration from my friends and my family

Now, I welcome 2013 with open arms and positivity.

Hi, 2013. Be nice to me.

No more heartbreaks, no more stress, no more sadness…

I want to brave. I want to be strong. I want to be loved.

p/s: I’ll try to write more because my new years’ resolution it to be relaxed, positive and expressive.