Weekends

Weekends are extremely crucial. They are the most anticipated part of the week and believe it or not, thinking of weekends help to maintain my sanity throughout the week. That is why I feel so pissed off when there's an activity or a course that I have to attend at the very last minute when I have already planned interesting things that I want to do over the weekends (I'm sure you feel the same way too).

What do I do on weekends? Well, a trip to the shopping mall has been an unbreakable routine. After a long week, I just need to go somewhere where I can feast my eyes on beautiful things (I mean things that can be purchased..ahaks!) and also satisfy my taste buds with delicious food! I just don't know how to describe the satisfaction that I feel. Call me overreacting..but it's true!

Last week was no exception. It was kinda last minute but Fikri and I decided to meet up at Aeon Tebrau City. So we went there for like 40 minutes and then we seriously did not know what to do! since it is the fasting month, obviously we can't have lunch so after wondering around the mall, we sat at a bench, mute, not wanting to admit to each other that we both were thinking the same thing: What am I doing here?

So we then decided to go somewhere else. We took my car and we drove to JB. As Fikri seldom comes to JB, we felt that it's just right to explore the city. Of course we don't have the time to have a tour of every nook of the city, but at least we did get a glimpse of several landmarks of JB. Along the journey, we saw English College (Maktab Sultan Abu Bakar) which can be said to be the Victoria Institution of JB. We now know where Hospital Sultanah Aminah is . Then we stopped at Masjid Sultan Abu Bakar for prayers (it's our first time there and we were intrigued!). 

Later we went to Angsana where our eyes just turned wild looking at all the Hari Raya apparel being sold. It's like a huge warehouse of clothes! It's just weird how these things actually amused us and kept us entertained. Maybe because we don't know what to do or most probably because as people from another state, getting to know the locations of these places and actually got to see them is indeed and achievement! Yeay!

So lets plan our weekend wisely! =)

Fighting!

It's almost 5 am in the morning. Just had my sahur at the Dewan Makan, the hub, the centre for food production that ensures life continuity of this hostel's inhabitants. And right now the sound of the siren that is used to wake students up can be clearly heard..but surprisingly..some are still not moved by the sound; they remain fast asleep. Incredible!

Well, that's a glimpse of what life is here in this hostel..in Bandar Penawar. My last post was like about 5 months ago, where I wrote about how the first three weeks had been. Of course, now, there's a lot of improvement, though there's no denying that when one challenge is resolved, other problems and tribulations step in. 

I now know that teaching is not an easy job. I used to think so even when I am still a teacher trainee but now that I am experiencing it, trust me, it is NOT easy! Handling a class of 40 students is already challenging, what more teaching 3 classes of 40 students who are all going to sit for the national examination - PMR (i am teaching another class as well). I am not whining or complaining. I know there are teachers who have done an excellent job in educating the young ones and how I wish one day I can achieve that too. My intention is just to make a point on how tough teaching can be. 

There were times when i felt like I want to just pack my bags and go away..to just leave everything behind, just for one month, if not forever. It's just that sometimes I kinda feel that I have done a lot but what I get in return is an act of inconsideration and disrespect. Maybe they're just kids..or maybe I'm being too emotional. Who knows. After all, in any cases, one party cannot be blamed solely for what happened. 

But then I realized that I was the one who have decided to take this path. I choose this and therefore I must face it and do my best. Im not depressed or on the edge of breaking down - NO. it's just that at times I feel tired and helpless..but nevermind. Despite all these trials, there are good things too..and these good things are my main motivation. When I wake up in the morning I think of these things and they made my worries go away - at least for a while if not for long. Nevertheless, it does help in starting my day with a positive attitude. Fighting!

I just feel like sharing this one spontaneous conversation between me and a male student in my class:

Student: Cikgu, kenapa cikgu garang2 ni. Period ek?

Me       : (Excuse me??) Awak tu lah yg period. Asyik keluar class je pergi tandas. Kenapa? tak habis2  

              tukar pad?

THE END