Amazing Azy

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.