Monolog #1 Mula-mula sekali

I would sit on my chair rather to go outside this evening. Just now Ive accidently read a blog wrote by.. I do not know who is the author. I enjoy reading his blog. His? yes a male blogger. Put aside any assumptions or interpretations on me. He is one of thousands trainee teachers in Malaysia..just like me. I'm intended to search who is he but it sounds like I'm eager to know him. So better not.

He is a trainee teacher. same goes to me
He loves photography. this also
I believed he is a freelancer photographer. and also this one
He loved blogging.

We have similarities in some sort of interests and lifestyles.

I just read 1 or 2 stories of his life as teacher trainee and I feel what he felt. It pulls me to create a diary also like him. I didn't mean and it doesn't mean that Ive such a desert with none would be there but its inspired me to have one record book that can keep all my journey tracks of my life.

Today is 13 October and i have around 1 month and a week left status as a KPLI student in IPTAR.
I am searching for practicum reflections from teacher trainees on the net to guide me in my writing. Assignments actually and I found him.

To be a teacher is not easy as well as a teacher want to be. And it tougher when being a teacher.
Until then. bye.

The Beginning

I think about this just when I woke up yesterday in the early morning. I would like to share this here as I know this is a good share-material. This is all about the life-meaning experience I want to share with.

It changed me to a better person. A story whereby it’s improved a lot in my life. It happened 5 years ago.

                Before it happened, I am still in the creation of my own world. Do not know the destination of this life. I worked in a big company after graduated from diploma studies and it was my first job and my first time holds my own money.

                I was involved in a bad accident with serious injury. I was in comma state about 2 days and warded for 2 weeks. Unfortunately, I got news that I have hit a motorcyclist during the accident and he died on the way to the hospital. It gives big impact to my physical conditions especially to my head and my brain. I couldn’t remember what was happened and do not even remember every single person who came to visit me at the hospital because I’ve lost my memory.

                In two weeks at the hospital, I really thanks to my ex-teacher. She came and looked around me for almost every day.

                After the incident, I realized that I was loved by people around me. In the meantime I was offered to further my studies in Bachelor Business Administration in Segamat Johor. I successfully graduated on 2008 with a fair result.

                The story of being a teacher begins here. I was a jobless about 3 months before I was offered by District Education Department to replace a pregnant teacher there. I was assigned to teach science subject for year 2 and year 5. That bright early morning, my heart was forced by my mum to go to that school. I refused at first but when I think of my mum’s hopes then I obeyed her words.

                First week gave me a nightmare every time I’m thinking of the students here. 8 years old students still do not know how to dress themselves. My nightmare did not long lasting. It suddenly turned to a bright day. Disgusting became tidying. I felt the excitement of being a teacher here.

                It reminds me to a Malay phrase “to know you is to love you”. Later then a lot of stories happened either happy or sad, dark or bright, plain or colourful, with all my lovely students.

                From what I’ve gone through, there are a lot of moral values, empathy, sincere, hope, satisfaction that I got from being a teacher automatically threw me into the teacher’s pool.