Thursday, September 30, 2010

Beloved Students

I left school on Julai to become an English Officer in PPD Kulai.  Teaching English in the same school for 8 years.  Memories: happy, challenging, confusing, you name it....only a teacher knows the feelings.  Leaving school and to start anew was hard. But leaving my students was harder. 
I gave 360 degrees of thought. Was I being fair to them?  Would they be able to continue with their studies? Would my replacement able to continue & teach them the way I wanted themto be taught? At one point I told myself that life must go on. Be prepared & brave to face the future.
For a month I refrained myself from getting any news from my students.  Only yesterday I braved myself to visit my school...well actually I wanted to meet with my students.
The moment I entered the main gate, I was nicely greeted by Mr Samy, the green fingers and  loyal school guard.  As I drove my car to the school compound, I heard, 'teacher.....teacher..."  I had to stop my car more than 5 times to entertain my students.
At the school canteen, my hand was held by my girls..they were happy to see me. But in their happiness, I heard worries from them....I smiled and tried to suggest few ways and remedies to them.  All in all what they wanted from me is extra classes..to bring them safely and ready to face SPM
BEDAH, ECAH, AJAK, CARRY, GANES, NATHAN, YI LI, .....all of you...you've shown and proven to me that I did good when I was in Senai...my worries are gone....Insyaallah I'll help you guys in whatever means and ways that I could....
       A tecaher's deed can only be said & proven only through the words & actions of his/her students.. 

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

KUTU oh KUTU

Recently the government announced that playing or involving in 'Kutu' is illegal...I believe that most of us realised this matter long ago. But since it is done in a small scale and among friends and family, we just gave a green light to it.
Legally, it is undeniable that 'Kutu' is illegal but come to think about it again, our mothers and aunties regard 'Kutu' as a mean of  savings without any doubtful interests or the hassles to go, register and sometimes a long wait in a bank.