Amazing Azy

Hye,

First of all, it's your day, teachers. So, Happy Teacher's Day to all Malaysian teachers.





I used to celebrate Teacher's Day every year during my school years, and it felt awesome. We bought a nice presents for our dear teachers, to show our appreciation. In college years, there is no such thing as Teacher's Day because it usually been forgotten by undergraduates who always too busy to prepare for their exams. Teacher's Day which supposed to be a long awaited event, is now a normal day. Yeah, a normal Wednesday. No more appreciation,  no more present, and the saddest thing of all, no more "Thank You, Teacher" wishes.

So, I'm here to wish a Happy Teacher's Day to my dear lecturer, Madam Iswander.


This one's for you,




Okay, this is the last one.

First of all, I love you.

Second of all, I wish that I'm with you, right now.

You know, I wrote a poem about you. It happened when I was in the English class and the lecturer asked us to write a poem. I never wrote a poem before, so, I think you can imagine how lame it would be.





Standard two student poem maybe way better than mine, but this is my art. Who cares? It took almost half an hour to create two stanzas of eight lines.







"MY MOM + YOUR MOM = OUR MOMS"

Hye...



It has been a long time, isn't it? A very long time indeed. Got many things to be taken care of, always tired and desperate to have a quality sleep at night. Ughhh.. 24 hours is just not enough...

There are too much in this head, waiting to explode. Sometimes, I don't know whether i am thinking or dreaming of undone work in my sleep. I feel like I'm sleeping, but I feel like I'm planning my work in my head at the same time. As the result, I always end up wake up from sleep even more tired. I just need a place called home, and a fresh morning start. Yeah. A fresh start.


I realized that a fresh morning start is what makes your day. If you wake up with anger, dissatisfaction, or whatever it is in the "bad list", those will really affecting your day. Trust me. Here are some great tips to start a great day.


1) A simple "Hi!". 
It doesn't matter who says it, but a simple "Hi!" can really make your day. Just say it to everyone you pass by every morning, and you will be surprised how your great morning start affecting theirs.


2) A morning wish. 
This is what people are getting forgetful of. A simple good morning wish is important. Yes, for me, it is crucial. It really makes my day. It maybe meaningless for those who doesn't understand it, but those three little words mean that there is still, at least a person thinking of you when he/she wakes up. Maybe you are the first thing come into his/her mind. How sweeeeet...=)







3) Thank You. 
Yeah. People are now getting hard to say all these little words. They are too busy to tell everything to everyone, and forget to appreciate their valuable ones. Saying thank you means you appreciate someone so much. You don't have to pay them with goods because to some people, thank you is just more than enough.






Good night.

As usual, hye!


God! I really need a long hours of quiet, cozy, warm, undisturbed sleep. Please, I just need it to recharge my body. I beg You for this.


It has been awful wicked week. I am tired almost everyday, looking very forward and desperately to be on my bed every night after very tiring day. But, hey, is there any even one relaxing day in this college? No, I guess. Thursday was the wicked of all, programs kept continued from early morning to late night. Phewww.. And on Friday, we had a visit to the place of dead, unclaimed, or maybe unwanted bodies. One thing I regret was no camera is allowed in there. I really wanted to have a pictures with those bodies.


So, there will be be no photo about those dead unclaimed bodies in this post. But, I can share you my experience. We arrived there about 11 a.m and we went straight to the anatomy museum. The first room we visited was the Specimen Room, where you can see the real parts of body in the jars. Lungs, liver, bones, brains, and even the zygotes, fetus, and the embryos. There was a baby, a normal baby boy with the umbilical cord attached to him in the jar. According to the person in charge, nobody claimed the dead mother and the dead baby in her mother's womb. How irony!

I also had the privilege to shake hand with a hand. I mean, just a hand. No body. Just the right hand. I think, it was a male hand, since the hand was way bigger than mine. It is preserved by plasticination, mean the hand was plasticined. I can still see the veins, bones, just like the normal hand. By shaking hand with the hand, it makes the first unknown male hand I shake with. But, it doesn't count since I never know whose hand was it.


Then, we went to the Wet Room Specimen. It is the room where the bodies kept, I mean, the human bodies. The bodies which being cut or already been cut into pieces, but we can still recognize it as a human body. It sounds scary when the lecturer told us about it before we arrived there, but it is not that scary when you at them with your own eyes. One of the advises given by the experienced lecturer was, "Don't look straight to the face. If you could, look at the other parts first". Why??? According to her, we will never forget the face for the rest of my life. SCARY. But when we were there, there was nothing to be worried because, some of the bodies didn't even have the head.


This a once in a lifetime experience, I can say. I saw with my own eyes, how was the real lungs, the hearts, the ribs, the skin being removed from the body, the fat layer under the skin, everything. Of course, those body were all naked, but it was nothing to be ashamed of because we were not going to think of anything but to look at them. I always thinking, the body was once breathing, just like all of us, and he had no idea of being in the anatomy museum after he died and being cut separately. Does anyone thinking about that? Seriously, I don't think so. Sometimes, I feel pity to them, but sometimes, I think if there is no body in there, how could we learn about the human anatomy? Book alone is just not enough.


We arrived college at dusk, and really really tired. But, I didn't stop there, I still got a meeting at night about the sports stuff. Then, I ended up went to bed tired, sleepy, no mood at all. I hate going into bed unhappy, because it makes me feel even more tired when I wake up. And, it proven when I woke up this morning, even more tired and lazy. I had to get up for the 5 km cross-country. Uggghhh.




Now, here I am, on my cozy bed, the place I love the most..at least in this college. Cramping leg, aching body, heavy mind, missing someone. I just need to shut down for a little while. All I need is a long, undisturbed sleep. And you, no matter how busy I am, you are always in my mind and my heart. Get well soon.



"I pray hard for you."

Hye!


Phew! It's been a very busy week. I hate it when my minor subject is "overacting" way more than my major subject. I am major in Math and only Math deserves to turn my life upside down, which is not yet so far. And English included too since it is my minor. No other subject is allowed to do that.


I just printed all the material needed for my assignment. Feels so good to date my bed and Mr. Lappy. And books are all over my bed. Novels of course. Did I tell you about my new novels??? I've found the other Cathy Glass' novel which I waited for it for so long. 8 out of 10. Just two more to go and I'm dying to get them.

Hello all.


Ok. I am bored. I got piles of undone work, and yet I am still bored.

I'm not going to tell you about Bollywood movie here. You can go watch by yourself. I just want to tell you about my classmates. About their craziness of Bollywood movies, as well as Bollywood songs. They are just crazy about those.

It was all revealed when one of the girls played the song. I can't recall what song was it, but I am more than sure it was a Bollywood song. Then, came the other girls who wished to play their favorite song. And it went on and on. Needless to say, I was one of them.

The Bollywood queen in our class, no doubt Radiah a.k.a Kak ody. She is the best among the best when it comes to Bollywood. She is like the encyclopedia of Bollywood movies and songs, I can say. She has them all in her mind. How amazing! And, thanks to her, she was the one who introduced me "3 Idiot" which is one of my favorite.

Hye.

It was a superb weekend I had and there's no way I could forget it. My classmates and I went to Shah Alam. We went to the Bukit Cerakah, which I didn't really happy to be there. It was not my kind of place, I think. And maybe, there was another reason for that. Here is my report of my super duper awesome journey.

Then, at night, we went to the i-City. It was a fun place to go. The main aim is the SNOW WALK, which I couldn't wait to be there.






As we entered the i-City, we saw a lot of games with a lot of prizes. I really wanted to try a game which you had to throw rings in the bottle mouth so that you could win a teddy bear. I thought it was easy, but after some people tried it out, I realized it was harder than it looked.




It was light everywhere in the i-City.





“There is no pleasure in having nothing to do; the fun is having lots to do and not doing it. ”

It was the last day of school of the week. Means my last day to be there. I'm going to miss my elementary school so much. I must say it had been five extremely awesome days I will never ever forget in my life. It was a kind of satisfaction to see the teachers were so proud of their student. Who knew, nine years ago, I was a little girl went to the school as a student, now I came back to where I begun, as a teacher. Thank you teacher, for teaching me so hard to create me who I am now.

It was 8.50 am and I had to replace Puan Salinah for her one hour Mathematics class at Year 3 Melur. Every batch was divided into two main classes, Mawar and Melur. The good grader ones were in Mawar, and Melur was where the average ones. The class was so noisy that I could hear them shouting and laughing from downstairs. Before I entered the class, I prayed to God, "Please, make it easier for me". Then, I entered the class.

One good thing about being a new teacher in a new school is, every time you enter a class, they will stare at you with mouth open no matter how loud the make noises before. Then, you can choose to be a fierce one or a kind one. My choice always to be a kind, soft-spoken and cute one. I always want my students to be as comfortable as they can be when they are with me. After the greetings I asked them to sit, introduced myself and then give them the Mathematics worksheet. "I will collect the worksheet before the recess. Make sure every person hand in the worksheet or every one will stay in the class during the recess. Call me if you need me. I'll come to you." I said.


Once I finished my short speech, there was a boy who sit at the front row said loudly, "Teacher, Iman can't write properly. He can't even count. He is very slow." He said. I can't help but looked directly at the boy whose mentioned as Iman. I wish I never did that. He looked down, didn't dare to see me, embarrassed. "It's OK, I can help Iman. The rest, do the worksheet". I started to walk slowly around the class just to see their progress. There were some girls who sat at the front row who were very good in Math that they could do the questions without asking me. Ten minutes later, I noticed that Iman had no progress in the worksheet and I started to wonder why.

I did asked few students about Iman and here are their answers: "Iman is a slow learner. He can't learn". "He is always like that. Never talk much". "I don't know much about him". Oh my God, this boy is very sad. I came closer to him, take a sit beside him.

"Iman, why don't you do the worksheet?" I asked nicely, with the softest voice I could possibly make.

Silent. No answer. No nodded. No shook. Nothing.

"Can you re-write the question and then count?"

Again. Nothing. It's going to be hard, Azy.

"Ok, let me help you. It's OK if you don't want to write. Let's count"

I pulled the worksheet close to him. And yes, I took out the pencil, the eraser and ruler from his pencil box.

"Ok now, how do you count 4 + 4?"

And yes. Nothing. Again. Come on, Iman. Show me something.

"Ok, I need you to show me your hand. your need to show me 4 from the right hand." He started to count from 1 to 4 to show me his hand.

"And then add another 4 from your left hand." Again the procedures repeated.

"Count them altogether". I asked. He started to count from 1 to 8. Them with his tiny voice, he mentioned it to me. "8".

"Good boy". I replied.

I was still handling the class, taught another students about what they didn't understand, but my priority was Iman. I started to teach him to count larger numbers without depending on his limited fingers. It was funny when he asked to borrow my fingers to solve 7 + 8. I taught him to use his mind to save a larger numbers that could impossibly been done by his fingers. I noticed that he was getting more and more interested to learn, understood Mathematics better when he started to talk much to me with louder voice. For the first time since I entered the class, he smiled. I know, he understood my explanation and let him did the rest alone.

When Puan Salinah came in, the students who got their work done send their worksheets, including Iman, who I was very proud of. When it was Iman's turn to be checked, the teacher said, "You do this alone?", unbelievable. Poor Iman. I felt like the teacher will never believe Iman could learn like anybody else in the class.

"Yes, teacher. He did that alone. I just guided him how to do. He count them himself", I told the teacher.

"Good job," she replied to both me and Iman.

Before he came back to his seat, I told him to teach his friends who were not done yet. I was very proud of him that he could explain to them the way I explained to him. He was so innocent, teaching his friends the way I taught him using the fingers, without knowing that they could do the summing up without using the fingers anymore. They were just too lazy to do the work. I was very proud of him. I knew, he understood Mathematics better now. In the end, he got his work setteled, and the boy who told the whole class about Iman never got his work done till the end of the class.

 I know he could learn like the others, he just need a little more attention and love. Qouted from my lecturer, "If I can touch a student the way i touched him, I know I am a good teacher". Being a good teacher is not about teaching the content, but the way we do things that touched their heart to make them change for the better. It is the real success in teaching.

I hope Iman will be a successful grown man in the future. I will never forget the short meeting. I maybe touched his heart, but he definitely touched my heart. He taught me something important, that a teacher should never judge a student. The is no stupid student. All the students are the same, and they have the ability to learn. Find time and love for them, they'll make a successful person one day.

Good luck Iman. You'll be a successful man one day. May God always be with you.
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Hye world,

I'm going back to where I began. Sitting right here, in the office makes me feel like a real teacher. It has been  about 9 years i left this school, I don't recognize some teachers, and sometimes, I still remember their names, but not their faces. There is one old teacher who I heard wanted to see me but I don't even remember which one is she. Good job, Azy. You are a really good students.  I'll be having a meeting with a teacher in about 15 minutes, discussing about my assignments. Hope he could make it easier for me.


I hope my old teachers are proud of me. I never thought I would come back here again, not as a student, but as a teacher. IT'S AWESOME. I'm sure the are proud of me. I'm the proof of their victory. Thank you, teachers.


That's mean I only have about 5 days left at home. Time flies really fast..ughhh.... I would like to share some pictures of my former elementary school, but I don't transfer them yet in Mr. Lappy. Will be doing, soon.






"They may forget what you said but they will never forget how you made them feel." - Carol Buchner 

Hello,

Yes, I'm in the mourning phase. Life goes on very fast and many things happen at a time. Life can be so kind sometimes, yet it can be so mean most of the time. Yes, it doesn't come with instruction, but at least don't be too cruel, baby. For those who don't understand life, they call it bad luck, for me, i call it FATE. Yeah baby, it's written.