Today i had my first free-Saturday morning after so many months of extra classes for my students. As much as i like the feeling of stress free morning-bed curling activity, i felt very much worried about my students in 5W. I thought things that i could have taught them in the routined 2 hours and i thought of their lost faces whenever i mentioned any a-bit advanced English words.
SPM is only about two weeks away and there is still so much to be done by me. I do not know why these students find it so hard to work something on their own but to be fully spoon fed or asked by me. Maybe they are too used to this. To be told, to be scolded and to be fully dependent on teachers in which i had not been taught to be familiarized with when i was in school.
Back in schooldays it was all about doing things that i felt was right. It was all about wanting to achieve my dreams, ON MY OWN.Extra class was a rare case and teachers who conducted extra classes even if it was just once were seen as someone who is very hardworking but guess what that makes me since i've conducted almost 5 extra classes per week including Friday and Saturday each week. It's not that i like or i'm addicted to teaching, NO but i have to help these people. And the passing percentage from previous year was too sad to be mentioned..around 35% kot? So i guess it is kind of my responsibility to bring a new light for these people here.I need to make them fall in love with this language and see the beauty of it.
Out of my hectic and depressing life, dealing with super weak students, i found a group of students falling head over heals with English. Their eyes sparkle and shine brightly whenever i taught them about any new tricks in continous writing. Their thrist for the beautiful words and writing styles in English are so apparent as they'd instantly scribbled down anything i said about essay writing. I'm sure it was not about exam only. They cheered and laughed hard when i wrote an essay which is full of surprises and has a tragic but funny ending as an example for an essay which should be ended with "...i wish i had never said those words".
Among them i found Norita the storyteller, a shy student with hidden talents and extraordinary creativity. Her essay is never boring and always surprises me that i become too impressed with her drastic improvement that i had to stop myself from praising her.
Being a teacher is weird. Sometimes you'd feel like quitting sometimes you feel like it's the best profession on earth. The truth is..there is nothing better and more fulfilling than to have a job which is inspiring and the one that gives you the chance to touch other souls like they've touched yours.
Keep believing. Keep having faith in whatever you do.
Alhamdulillah





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