Just got back from the Malaysian Society meeting.
Took some pictures of more flowers and trees.
*skippadeedoo*
Happy.
Don't know why.
Just a sudden feeling of joy that overwhelms me.
Maybe its in the springtime air.
Maybe its the birds chirping outside.
Maybe its the silly daffofils nodding in the wind.
Whatever it is, I'm happy.
I'm contented.
To be here. Now.
Enjoying this very moment.
* * *
And I guess sometimes when you're stressed out overwhelmed with the things you need to do that you tend to nitpick on anything and everything. You get discouraged. You get all snappy and sarky and basically become a rather unpleasant person to be around.
And you forget.
You forget there's more to life than work work work.
You forget to stop and absorb the beauty around you.
You forget to appreciate little things that makes life worth living.
Maybe I'll forget come tomorrow.
But for now...
I'll remember.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which
means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're
the kind of chick that can hang out with your
boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't
care about presents or about going to fancy
placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy
being around your boyfriend.
What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?
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Tuesday, April 26, 2005
"So do you have a boyfriend?" Daphne asked me when we first met.
"Huh? Umm... I enjoy my life too much to be tied down to someone lorr..." I let myself tail off.
"If you think that way, you haven't met the right one" she stated matter-of-factly.
Come to think of it, what is the right one? How do you define 'right'? Like, what if you just settle with someone and then the 'right' person comes along? What are you going to do then?
Are you just going to leave the person you're with for the one you feel is 'right'? Or are you going to string the both of them along? Would you rather hurt the one you're with or the one you feel is the 'right' one? Sense of responsibility? What sense of responsibility?
We were discusing fidelity in Sociology just now. And I guess there are no easy answers. There's no real right or wrong in life, is there? Everything is so subjective. On one hand you have something, and on another you have another argument. No wonder sociologists and people who study the human behavior can never agree. I'm getting rather confused myself.
But enough about Sociology.
Have you ever played Final Fantasy? I shall admit that I had never played the game, but I do know a bit of the storyline... You know the sad guy? The one who never lets anyone close to him, for fear that they would hurt him?
Once bitten, forever shy?
It's just so sad... one or two bad experiences can really affect a person's outlook, on love and on life. Jem told me once that you've gotta dance like nobody's looking and love like you're never gonna hurt, but I guess in the end, even he couldn't live up to it.
Growing up scares me. Being 22 scares me. Tears that come because of a fall from a tree dry faster than tears that come from a broken heart. Once you reach your teens you're catapulted into a realm just filled with paradoxes. And it's even worse when you become an adult. Everything comes in shades of grey. Every argument seems to have a counter argument. And the whole issue of love and relationships come up. You're walking on thin ice. You don't want to risk getting your heart broken, and at the same time, you don't want to hurt another person as well...
But like it or not, love hurts. The deeper the love, the sharper the ache. You see the person you love and care for ruin his life on heroin high, you see the friend you think deserves the best in life end up with a jerk, and your daughter ruins her life on a one night stand. And you're just so helpless. You can't do anything except sit and watch and hope that someday a miracle will happen.
But for all the hurt that you have to endure, would you stop caring, stop loving?
"If you think that way, you haven't met the right one" she stated matter-of-factly.
Come to think of it, what is the right one? How do you define 'right'? Like, what if you just settle with someone and then the 'right' person comes along? What are you going to do then?
Are you just going to leave the person you're with for the one you feel is 'right'? Or are you going to string the both of them along? Would you rather hurt the one you're with or the one you feel is the 'right' one? Sense of responsibility? What sense of responsibility?
We were discusing fidelity in Sociology just now. And I guess there are no easy answers. There's no real right or wrong in life, is there? Everything is so subjective. On one hand you have something, and on another you have another argument. No wonder sociologists and people who study the human behavior can never agree. I'm getting rather confused myself.
But enough about Sociology.
Have you ever played Final Fantasy? I shall admit that I had never played the game, but I do know a bit of the storyline... You know the sad guy? The one who never lets anyone close to him, for fear that they would hurt him?
Once bitten, forever shy?
It's just so sad... one or two bad experiences can really affect a person's outlook, on love and on life. Jem told me once that you've gotta dance like nobody's looking and love like you're never gonna hurt, but I guess in the end, even he couldn't live up to it.
Growing up scares me. Being 22 scares me. Tears that come because of a fall from a tree dry faster than tears that come from a broken heart. Once you reach your teens you're catapulted into a realm just filled with paradoxes. And it's even worse when you become an adult. Everything comes in shades of grey. Every argument seems to have a counter argument. And the whole issue of love and relationships come up. You're walking on thin ice. You don't want to risk getting your heart broken, and at the same time, you don't want to hurt another person as well...
But like it or not, love hurts. The deeper the love, the sharper the ache. You see the person you love and care for ruin his life on heroin high, you see the friend you think deserves the best in life end up with a jerk, and your daughter ruins her life on a one night stand. And you're just so helpless. You can't do anything except sit and watch and hope that someday a miracle will happen.
But for all the hurt that you have to endure, would you stop caring, stop loving?
Please don't take my Sunshine away...
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you
Oh please don't take my sunshine away"
Today was the first day of the final exams. As I walked into the class, tired and lethargic from lack of sleep, worried because I didn't touch my books at all, Tee Wei came from behind me singing the song. He smiled at me while I just looked at him with half closed eyes, waving his peace sign while singing. I laughed. That song has been sung by a lot of people for me, including Jeremy. It was early in the morning and we were the only ones in the class then.
We sat there together, just Tee Wei and I, laughing and singing happily. The sky was dark, it has been raining so heavily these days - reflecting the mood I was in the last few days.
"Vys, haha, Sunshine's finally coming out of the clouds, huh?" he said with a huge goofy grin.
I leaned over and ruffled his hair, "Yeah, about time, too!" I grinned and laughed.
"You sound really happy today, what's the good news?" he asked with a wink.
"Nothing, just happy, for no reason. Okay there is a reason. I suddenly feel so free, you know, as if the broken wings I've been trailing all along...not say recovered completely, but they're good enough to fly with."
I smiled. He smiled. There was silence in the class. And then Kah Kit and Steven came in.
"Here we come to ruin your date!!" they chorused. Mighty mice.
We laughed. "What date?" we said together. When we noticed that we said the same thing at the same time, we looked at each other and laughed.
"Wah, Vys very happy today, huh?" Steven said to Kah Kit. He wriggled his eyebrows and asked, "Why?"
"No reason. Just happy to have friends like you guys." I shrugged.
"Ah...you'll be happier still - later!" Kah Kit hinted. I raised an eyebrow and he just shrugged. "Later!"
Slowly, one by one, my classmates began streaming in. And when all the guys were already there, they covered my eyes and led me to the empty 'makmal' next to my class. In the spirit of sportingness, I let them lead me to the class blindfolded.
"Weii...what you guys planning to do, arr? Full monty?" they laughed so loudly that it probably scared all the ghosts there in the room.
"Just wait" someone said. It sounded a lot like Kim Loy, but I'm not sure.
"Okay, why am I waiting? Why am I waiting?" I chanted.
"Okay, now uncover her eyes" Chia Chun ordered. It sounded distant.
And so Tee Wei uncovered my eyes. I beheld a sight to be seen - no, no full monty, unfortunately, but more like the guys holding up a banner that said, "Please don't take our sunshine away". They were so sweet. I was so touched that I sobbed. Big, fat tears of gratitude and love for them rolled down as they sang the "You Are My Sunshine" song. Suddenly it didn't matter anymore. It was just me and them, there in the class, singing together, time seemed to stop just for the moment. Nevermind that the banner was hastily made and far from perfect, nevermind that they were out of tune. It was them taking the effort to plan something like that to lift my spirits up that really mattered.
All of them hugged me. I hugged them back and thanked them for everything - taking the time to plan that although it was exam time, for just being there for me, although they didn't know what the matter was. After all the tears had been shed, I sheepishly grinned at them and they grinned back, and then suddenly all of them grabbed me and lifted me up above their heads. Fortunately I was wearing my baju kurung. I giggled. It was exhilarating.
The girls came in later. They carried with them cakes and drinks for breakfast. We all ate with such gusto. And then Bee Khuan and Shy Lee and Sook Mei gave me a small package, wrapped in blue. I was asked to open it, and I did. I was amazed when I saw what it was. It was a Nike junior analog watch. Funky and stylish. I remember going out with them the other day, seeing the watch and saying that I wanted to buy it next month when my dad comes back, because it was expensive, about RM170. And they actually bought it for me! Attached to the watch is a card that read, "Time is precious, don't waste it on things not worth your time". I smiled and promised them and myself that I wouldn't. And meant it...
And then we sang Sky Wu's song, "Fen Xiang". It was the theme song for our class. Thanks, Jeremiah, for the translations, and to Taka for looking for the mp3 and sending it to me. Here's the translation:
You make me happy when skies are grey
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you
Oh please don't take my sunshine away"
Today was the first day of the final exams. As I walked into the class, tired and lethargic from lack of sleep, worried because I didn't touch my books at all, Tee Wei came from behind me singing the song. He smiled at me while I just looked at him with half closed eyes, waving his peace sign while singing. I laughed. That song has been sung by a lot of people for me, including Jeremy. It was early in the morning and we were the only ones in the class then.
We sat there together, just Tee Wei and I, laughing and singing happily. The sky was dark, it has been raining so heavily these days - reflecting the mood I was in the last few days.
"Vys, haha, Sunshine's finally coming out of the clouds, huh?" he said with a huge goofy grin.
I leaned over and ruffled his hair, "Yeah, about time, too!" I grinned and laughed.
"You sound really happy today, what's the good news?" he asked with a wink.
"Nothing, just happy, for no reason. Okay there is a reason. I suddenly feel so free, you know, as if the broken wings I've been trailing all along...not say recovered completely, but they're good enough to fly with."
I smiled. He smiled. There was silence in the class. And then Kah Kit and Steven came in.
"Here we come to ruin your date!!" they chorused. Mighty mice.
We laughed. "What date?" we said together. When we noticed that we said the same thing at the same time, we looked at each other and laughed.
"Wah, Vys very happy today, huh?" Steven said to Kah Kit. He wriggled his eyebrows and asked, "Why?"
"No reason. Just happy to have friends like you guys." I shrugged.
"Ah...you'll be happier still - later!" Kah Kit hinted. I raised an eyebrow and he just shrugged. "Later!"
Slowly, one by one, my classmates began streaming in. And when all the guys were already there, they covered my eyes and led me to the empty 'makmal' next to my class. In the spirit of sportingness, I let them lead me to the class blindfolded.
"Weii...what you guys planning to do, arr? Full monty?" they laughed so loudly that it probably scared all the ghosts there in the room.
"Just wait" someone said. It sounded a lot like Kim Loy, but I'm not sure.
"Okay, why am I waiting? Why am I waiting?" I chanted.
"Okay, now uncover her eyes" Chia Chun ordered. It sounded distant.
And so Tee Wei uncovered my eyes. I beheld a sight to be seen - no, no full monty, unfortunately, but more like the guys holding up a banner that said, "Please don't take our sunshine away". They were so sweet. I was so touched that I sobbed. Big, fat tears of gratitude and love for them rolled down as they sang the "You Are My Sunshine" song. Suddenly it didn't matter anymore. It was just me and them, there in the class, singing together, time seemed to stop just for the moment. Nevermind that the banner was hastily made and far from perfect, nevermind that they were out of tune. It was them taking the effort to plan something like that to lift my spirits up that really mattered.
All of them hugged me. I hugged them back and thanked them for everything - taking the time to plan that although it was exam time, for just being there for me, although they didn't know what the matter was. After all the tears had been shed, I sheepishly grinned at them and they grinned back, and then suddenly all of them grabbed me and lifted me up above their heads. Fortunately I was wearing my baju kurung. I giggled. It was exhilarating.
The girls came in later. They carried with them cakes and drinks for breakfast. We all ate with such gusto. And then Bee Khuan and Shy Lee and Sook Mei gave me a small package, wrapped in blue. I was asked to open it, and I did. I was amazed when I saw what it was. It was a Nike junior analog watch. Funky and stylish. I remember going out with them the other day, seeing the watch and saying that I wanted to buy it next month when my dad comes back, because it was expensive, about RM170. And they actually bought it for me! Attached to the watch is a card that read, "Time is precious, don't waste it on things not worth your time". I smiled and promised them and myself that I wouldn't. And meant it...
And then we sang Sky Wu's song, "Fen Xiang". It was the theme song for our class. Thanks, Jeremiah, for the translations, and to Taka for looking for the mp3 and sending it to me. Here's the translation:
"Choices are made as time goes by/ True friends are revealed/ Sometimes when we meet, I feel a stab of pain/ Once upon a time we shared a dream/ There aren't enough words to describe our feelings/ Maybe we think too much at times, but there are many decisions to be made/ We worry we'll do the wrong thing, we might end up dissappointed/ Fortunately we've been together for a long time/ Having shared happiness with you is better than being alone/ I'm still touched till today. *Best friends are like open windows, they let us see many things/ Best friends are like open doors, they broaden your horizons..."
Friends are such wonderful gifts. I cannot imagine my life without close friends. No matter where I go, somehow somewhere I'd find such friends, it seems. I despaired in finding such great friends after F5 when most of my best friends and classmates left to continue their studies in various colleges. I thought that no others could replace the friendships that I'd lost. And I'm glad to say that I was wrong about it all. I am ashamed at the way I sometimes treat my friends, when I sometimes lose my temper or become sarky around them, or impatient. But I'm also happy with the way I treat my friends most of the time. I'm glad that I've always been there for them whenever they needed me, I'm glad to help shoulder the responsibility they have, to help out where I can, I'm glad to be a friend to them. I've learnt a lot about friendship during my teen years. My pre-teen years were spent alone and friendless. And there is a vast difference between being alone and having friends. I'd choose having friends above most things.
Sometimes I just sit and wonder what I've ever done to deserve such wonderful friends - I don't have the most stellar character, I'm not the greatest friend, I can be nasty and mean at times, I can be ridiculously absurd and more stubborn than a mule. In short, I'm not the most perfect person in the world. I do strive towards it, but I'm just not perfect, I may never be perfect. But I guess it doens't work that way - sometimes you're loved because of your weaknesses. What you can't do is sometimes more compelling than what you can.
What have I ever done to deserve such good friends? At least with them I could have done something that made their day, something that wrote my name in their hearts. Maybe love and friendship cannot be explained. It can't be. Because Jesus died for everyone, even those he didn't know. Even for those who hated him, hurt him, spit on him. Who would give their life, willingly suffer for someone who doesn't appreciate you? Not me. But Jesus did all these and more. He was tortured, nailed to the cross, pierced and whipped - and for what? For whom? For you and me. Sinners, tainted and guilty of many wrongs, undeserving. And it really humbles me when I think about it. His love so perfect, that when he was abused and beaten, whipped and tortured, he didn't strike back, even when he could. He just took it all patiently. And he forgave. He forgave them - because they didn't know what they were doing. He forgave the ones what hurt him the most.
But forgiveness doesn't come easy. Sometimes I wonder how Jesus can forgive. I'm not the most forgiving person in the world. I still harbour grudges from more than 5 years ago, I still don't like the person although he repeatedly apologised to me, even when I've forgotten what exactly he that made me so angry with him. He didn't even hurt me, and yet here I am, thinking of him with such disdain. I still cannot forgive my ex-bestfriend for backstabbing me. I still cannot forgive someone who hurt me so much. But what of Jesus? We hurt him by doing all sorts of things. And yet he still forgives. He still forgives.
And his love is unconditional. No matter what you do, no matter how much you've hurt him, you know that one day you can still run to him and he'll accept you, unconditionally. And he'd wipe the tears from your face, clean up the infected wounds, and take you in. His love is so perfect that it shames me when I think about how petty I can be. God is love. If friends can be so wonderful, what more our Father in heaven who made us, breathed into us life and loves us?
There's something so secure about how God will never turn us away, how he'll never ignore us when we call out to him, how he'll always take us in, nurse us, and then let us out again, saying, "Go... and sin no more".
There's something wonderful about faith and hope. Faith in God, hope in Good. I put hope in the goodness in the human heart, I think that deep inside, everyone is good, kind and well, nice. It's only circumstances and how they react to it that makes them bitter and hard or cynical for the matter. And hope is a constant companion in this life. It is the one thing that neither cruel nature, God, nor other men can wrench away from us. Health, wealth, parents, beloved siblings, friends, the past, the future - all can be stolen from us as easily as an unguarded purse. But our greatest treasure, hope, remains. It is a sturdy little motor within, purring, ticking, driving us on when reason would suggest surrender. It is the most pathetic and the noblest thing about us, the most absurd and the most admirable quality we posess; for as long as we have hope we also have that capacity for love, for caring, for decency.And thats kinda what I like about hope. "Hope is the pillar that holds the world, hope is the dream of a waking man."
Hope, faith and friendship is, to me, the sunshine of my day...
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Ps: Not a very well organised piece - jumped a lot from one subject to another. But it's just something I wrote to sort myself out a little.
Friends are such wonderful gifts. I cannot imagine my life without close friends. No matter where I go, somehow somewhere I'd find such friends, it seems. I despaired in finding such great friends after F5 when most of my best friends and classmates left to continue their studies in various colleges. I thought that no others could replace the friendships that I'd lost. And I'm glad to say that I was wrong about it all. I am ashamed at the way I sometimes treat my friends, when I sometimes lose my temper or become sarky around them, or impatient. But I'm also happy with the way I treat my friends most of the time. I'm glad that I've always been there for them whenever they needed me, I'm glad to help shoulder the responsibility they have, to help out where I can, I'm glad to be a friend to them. I've learnt a lot about friendship during my teen years. My pre-teen years were spent alone and friendless. And there is a vast difference between being alone and having friends. I'd choose having friends above most things.
Sometimes I just sit and wonder what I've ever done to deserve such wonderful friends - I don't have the most stellar character, I'm not the greatest friend, I can be nasty and mean at times, I can be ridiculously absurd and more stubborn than a mule. In short, I'm not the most perfect person in the world. I do strive towards it, but I'm just not perfect, I may never be perfect. But I guess it doens't work that way - sometimes you're loved because of your weaknesses. What you can't do is sometimes more compelling than what you can.
What have I ever done to deserve such good friends? At least with them I could have done something that made their day, something that wrote my name in their hearts. Maybe love and friendship cannot be explained. It can't be. Because Jesus died for everyone, even those he didn't know. Even for those who hated him, hurt him, spit on him. Who would give their life, willingly suffer for someone who doesn't appreciate you? Not me. But Jesus did all these and more. He was tortured, nailed to the cross, pierced and whipped - and for what? For whom? For you and me. Sinners, tainted and guilty of many wrongs, undeserving. And it really humbles me when I think about it. His love so perfect, that when he was abused and beaten, whipped and tortured, he didn't strike back, even when he could. He just took it all patiently. And he forgave. He forgave them - because they didn't know what they were doing. He forgave the ones what hurt him the most.
But forgiveness doesn't come easy. Sometimes I wonder how Jesus can forgive. I'm not the most forgiving person in the world. I still harbour grudges from more than 5 years ago, I still don't like the person although he repeatedly apologised to me, even when I've forgotten what exactly he that made me so angry with him. He didn't even hurt me, and yet here I am, thinking of him with such disdain. I still cannot forgive my ex-bestfriend for backstabbing me. I still cannot forgive someone who hurt me so much. But what of Jesus? We hurt him by doing all sorts of things. And yet he still forgives. He still forgives.
And his love is unconditional. No matter what you do, no matter how much you've hurt him, you know that one day you can still run to him and he'll accept you, unconditionally. And he'd wipe the tears from your face, clean up the infected wounds, and take you in. His love is so perfect that it shames me when I think about how petty I can be. God is love. If friends can be so wonderful, what more our Father in heaven who made us, breathed into us life and loves us?
There's something so secure about how God will never turn us away, how he'll never ignore us when we call out to him, how he'll always take us in, nurse us, and then let us out again, saying, "Go... and sin no more".
There's something wonderful about faith and hope. Faith in God, hope in Good. I put hope in the goodness in the human heart, I think that deep inside, everyone is good, kind and well, nice. It's only circumstances and how they react to it that makes them bitter and hard or cynical for the matter. And hope is a constant companion in this life. It is the one thing that neither cruel nature, God, nor other men can wrench away from us. Health, wealth, parents, beloved siblings, friends, the past, the future - all can be stolen from us as easily as an unguarded purse. But our greatest treasure, hope, remains. It is a sturdy little motor within, purring, ticking, driving us on when reason would suggest surrender. It is the most pathetic and the noblest thing about us, the most absurd and the most admirable quality we posess; for as long as we have hope we also have that capacity for love, for caring, for decency.And thats kinda what I like about hope. "Hope is the pillar that holds the world, hope is the dream of a waking man."
Hope, faith and friendship is, to me, the sunshine of my day...
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Ps: Not a very well organised piece - jumped a lot from one subject to another. But it's just something I wrote to sort myself out a little.
Pss: Written a long time ago - 11 Oct 2001... just thot I'd post it up to remind me to appreciate the friends I have.
Monday, April 25, 2005
GUESS WHAT
yellow tulips mean..?
Yellow Tulip :
"There is sunshine in your eyes" [omigod, i so love this]; declaration of utter and hopeless love
Figures.
*rubs chin thoughtfully*
Oh I give up!
Yellow Tulip :
"There is sunshine in your eyes" [omigod, i so love this]; declaration of utter and hopeless love
Figures.
*rubs chin thoughtfully*
Oh I give up!
Friday, April 22, 2005
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Do I have what it takes?
On another note, I dragged myself out of bed today at friggin 7.30 in the morning, rushed to class, only to find out that the class was cancelled because the lecturer was ill. *geram*
So went back, dropped by House 33 to have a chat with the girls and plan tonight's Maulidul Rasul potluck thingy. Passed them my Eve magazine, took back my Cosmo and came back to do my work.
That was 3 hours ago.
I haven't touched the work I was supposed to do. And I meant to do them since before Easter. This is recipe for disaster.
*die*die*die*
Work to do:
1. School experience journal - 4 and counting
2. Professional learning log
3. Reading Log
4. Observation instrument for Friday
5. Classroom Research Questions for Classroom Invenstigation asgmt
6. Language Across the Curriculum research and presentation
OH MY GOD!!!
So much to do, so little time.
Since taking this course, I've come to appreciate how hard teachers work, or at least the good ones that I've met. There's so many things that goes on in the background to ensure that the classroom runs smoothly. So much work is put into a lesson, and its not an option, because if you don't put the effort into it, it will show. And you, as the teacher, are responsible to these children who are your pupils. And children deserve the best.
I have come to a realisation that being a teacher is not a half day job like most people seem to think. I'm not even a real teacher yet I'm finding myself relating everything to my students, like if I see something interesting on television I think of ways to convey it to my students, if I learn something new from Art Attack, I try to adapt it to the level of my students so that they can try it out and enjoy the activity, if I hear a new story which I think the students would enjoy, I would try to remember it so that I can tell it to my students. Everywhere I go I seem to be bombarded with ideas.
I learnt that teacher’s jobs are not just to teach. Teachers are much, much more than teachers, teachers are parents, councillors, nurses, game show hosts, entertainers, tutors, prison wardens, etc, all rolled into one. Observing the teachers really gave me immense respect for all teachers in general. It takes a lot to be a teacher, and even more to be a good teacher. And to be an excellent teacher, well, that takes a calling from God.
And I sure hope to God that I have what it takes.
So went back, dropped by House 33 to have a chat with the girls and plan tonight's Maulidul Rasul potluck thingy. Passed them my Eve magazine, took back my Cosmo and came back to do my work.
That was 3 hours ago.
I haven't touched the work I was supposed to do. And I meant to do them since before Easter. This is recipe for disaster.
*die*die*die*
Work to do:
1. School experience journal - 4 and counting
2. Professional learning log
3. Reading Log
4. Observation instrument for Friday
5. Classroom Research Questions for Classroom Invenstigation asgmt
6. Language Across the Curriculum research and presentation
OH MY GOD!!!
So much to do, so little time.
Since taking this course, I've come to appreciate how hard teachers work, or at least the good ones that I've met. There's so many things that goes on in the background to ensure that the classroom runs smoothly. So much work is put into a lesson, and its not an option, because if you don't put the effort into it, it will show. And you, as the teacher, are responsible to these children who are your pupils. And children deserve the best.
I have come to a realisation that being a teacher is not a half day job like most people seem to think. I'm not even a real teacher yet I'm finding myself relating everything to my students, like if I see something interesting on television I think of ways to convey it to my students, if I learn something new from Art Attack, I try to adapt it to the level of my students so that they can try it out and enjoy the activity, if I hear a new story which I think the students would enjoy, I would try to remember it so that I can tell it to my students. Everywhere I go I seem to be bombarded with ideas.
I learnt that teacher’s jobs are not just to teach. Teachers are much, much more than teachers, teachers are parents, councillors, nurses, game show hosts, entertainers, tutors, prison wardens, etc, all rolled into one. Observing the teachers really gave me immense respect for all teachers in general. It takes a lot to be a teacher, and even more to be a good teacher. And to be an excellent teacher, well, that takes a calling from God.
And I sure hope to God that I have what it takes.
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