Daisypath - Anniversary

Monday, November 10, 2014

I got My Own Kids

I'm married and I just gave birth to 43 kids!

That's obviously a lie.

I'm not married, single and available. I'm not even pregnant.
But yes, I have 43 kids.


and by that I mean 43 students.
I prefer calling them 'kids' instead of 'students', I don't know why.

Ben through thick and thin a lot because of them.
They were like the kids who got super power ...
No matter how loud you shouted at them, no matter how fierce you are, no matter what kind of punishment you gave them,  THEY WON'T LISTEN TO YOU.

WELCOME TO 4 CEMPAKA.
hahahaha!

I get mad at them almost everyday, but I never cry because of their attitude.
What can you expect? They are KIDS.
You can expect them to act like an adult. 

These kids... they are reeeeeeeeaaaaaallllyyyy talkative.
They talked non-stop in class. 
Before I start teaching, while I'm teaching, after I'm done with teaching, after I get out from the class...
they just won't shut up.
It's really annoying... reeeeeeaaalllyyy annoying.
Sometimes, they won't give me any cooperation to learn what I'm teaching.
That make me sad.
I'm excited to teach, I'm excited making the teaching materials, but the kids just won't give their attention.


"This is my practicum. My marks will definitely affected because of them. I won't be given a good mark for observation. shit ! shit ! shit !"
That was my first thought.

After almost 10 weeks teaching them...
I realized that I shouldn't care about the marks, about the lecturer's comment.
Why?
Because my actual responsibility is giving them knowledge.
My responsibility is not MY MARKS and LECTURER'S COMMENTS.
Well, during the observation with my lecturer, I was observed in my friend's class. I borrowed her class.
According to my lecturer, my classroom management was good (that's a relieve).
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTT.... She said my materials were limited.
OF COURSE THEY'RE LIMITED I SPEND A LOT OF TIMES MAKING MATERIALS FOR MY KIDS THAT DAY, NOT MY FRIEND'S KIDS!
hah! ok.
I accepted the comments with all my heart anyway because I don't care anymore about my marks and her comments.
No matter how annoying they were, I became stronger because of them... Stronger inside and out.

The last day of my practicum was the best and the saddest.
The best is of course, I finally can get a rest.
The saddest?
My kids ran away from their class to my room just to hug me. And some of them cried, asking me not to go away from this school.
I was like "awwww~" but no, I can't stay.
I received some gifts from them. 
(Wanna take a picture, but I already opened all of them, the picture will come out ugly without the wrapper so, no picture.)

Before they went home, I went to my class and remind them somethings... hehehe~
Let only 4 Cempaka knows what did I remind them.


Dear kids,
Please grow up well, be good men and good women when you grow up.
Don't forget about the 5 things I remind you in class.


And for future teachers,
prepare yourself physically and mentally.
MENTALLY PREPARED IS REALLY IMPORTANT.


p/s: "Being a teacher is not an option, but a privilege." -Tun Mohd Zarul Mohd Zaabah




Lots of Love,
MizMaknae