Assalamualaikum and Hi,
As I have promised, I will update my blog every weekend. So, here I am putting up a new story to share with everyone.
A week of teaching in the same school with my mum, is a new experience. Though we’re in the same school, yet the chance of meeting is 10 percent. Both have responsibilities and most of the time, the 10 percent would only happen if my mum calls me so that we could take a break together.
Teaching was never my dream when I was young, as I have always dreamed to be something else. But, as I grow up and get involve in the field, I have learnt to love it. Just like they say, “tak kenal maka tak cinta”.
Being a teacher means my clients are mostly, 95 percent, students. Since I’m going to be teaching the primary school, thus they would be from 7 to 12 years old. Like I said, I have never imagined myself to be involved in this field. Passion of teaching was never in me, what else getting involved with children.
Even when I started the course in the year 2004, teaching was still not in me. I have always grumbled and complained things to my parents. Starting with the maktab, which as old as it can be, right up to almost everything around me (toilet, the town, food etc.). I see everything as half empty rather than half full.
It was only in the year 2006 that I have learned a lot about teaching and about being a teacher, though it was not ‘really’ that much; but enough to make me understand why a true teacher loves to be a teacher. It was also the time when I first decided to fill my semester break with teaching at the school where my little sister went. Nothing was in my mind, exactly… nothing. Nada.
I remember my first day of teaching, I had to teach the year 3, a class of 45 pupils, all aged 9. Not just that, I was also assigned to be their class teacher. As their ‘mother’, the burden of taking care of them, EVERYTHING related to the 45 pupils, was on me. It was a real challenge, I may say, as I have never imagined that a teacher works as ‘that’.
The first day was perfect! Everyone listened to me, everyone was eager to know me and every one of the children was enthusiastic to know who replaced their class teacher. Of course it was my day. But, as the second day turned up, most of the pupils started to show their true colours. I was taken aback. “So, this is how children really are”, I said to myself. Since it was my first time dealing with so many children at a time with various antics, I would say that my class control was the worst ever. Worst ever. My bad.
But as time passes by, I have learned more. Through other’s experience, through my best friend-my mum, through books, articles and just anything that could help me. The more I read, the more I realize that there are more to learn.
Right after my first year ended, I called the PK-HEM asking for a place. She was glad that I called because the school was really in need. I did not wait for long, so I went to school on the next Monday which was my third day of semester break. This time, with a mission. I had put a challenge on myself to control the class as good as ever without losing my temper. And gladly to say, I did. But it was hard! It was hard!
I really did try my best, consulted friends which I have made the previous year and my mum. It was quite hard because during that year I had to take care of younger children, I had to take care of 3 classes of year 2. Though the age of 8 and 9 is not much gap but the attitude of children have always differ because there are still some who could cope with the school system and there are some who couldn’t. I had fun time with them, though I would fall flat everyday as I reach home. It was more of baby-sitting rather than teaching them subjects.
Not just that, I also had to teach the year 4 which is considered as students of level 2. My challenge during that time was not knowing the right way to handle students ‘who think they are old enough’. Haha.. I can’t play with them like I did with the level 1, thus activities were to design based on their general characteristic- ‘think that they are old enough’. Sabo je la.
And this year, 2008, I am working in the same school as my mum. Just to breath the air of another field. My students are from year 4 and 5 which most of them seems to be good. They are also average students. Few have captured my attention as they are slightly different from the rest, I like peculiarity. Owh ya, I am the class teacher of 5 Neptune a.k.a the last class in rank. Hmmppphh…there seems to be no problem with behaviour but perhaps other things. I have found one reason. Maybe we could talk about it next week.
Till then.
Assalamualaikum. =)
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