read my friend's blog.
her new semester at NIE today.
first day of school.
as usual, the time table screw up,
the whole class was there for a day, in vain.
she was not in good mood,
and question with a statement,
"i don't care about you".
i recall how independent we have to be back then too.
rearrange our time-table with our lecturers;
find out the REAL venue for classes;
dig out the notes our lecturers were talking about;
draw out the outline for our lessons,
and proposed to them the way they should teach us.
now here i am,
lecturing others.
i tried not to do what my teachers had done
in all the years i can remember,
as a student.
even though it has been a short one year,
i've come to experience some positive vibes,
from what i've sowed.
today, 2 of my students asked me not to care too much,
in a good way.
they said i've made myself so upset and unhappy
while caring too much for them.
i guess so too.
it made them unhappy when i don't walk into the classroom
with a smile.
i'm glad they understood it was care.
upon reflection,
i agree i've care for them in a somewhat wrong way,
too much.
i need to care for myself too.
thankyou ikhwan,
thankyou layyan.
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as i sat drinking ice-milo with my 2 students,
a sec one boy from my CCA came by and sat together.
we ate and chatted.
i found out:
his elder brother was my ex-student.
his other brother is one of my sec 2 art student.
he found out:
i gave his sec 2 brother a pencil case.
some time back,
i gave his sec 2 brother a pencil case
with some basic stationaries.
he was without one because
the elder brother had taken it as he needed it more,
in his new year in Poly.
the family was too poor to afford proper meals
for the kids,
let alone pencil case for all the kids.
i didn't know the elder brother was my ex-student.
now i knew.
as he ate his second plate of food
(already over-using the food coupons the school have issued to him),
he said with his mouth full,
'teacher, the pens are very good.'
sometimes i found unfamiliar stationeries
in my pencil case after lessons,
when i asked who the owner is,
no one bothered.
sometimes i get people who bothered to answer,
'it's just a pencil, teacher!'
the care-list shall go on,
whether it's a class,
a boy,
or a pencil.
reader k | 7/25/2005 07:22:00 PM |
