March 7, 2010
To cut the car in front.
Actually, my father wanted to cut the car in front of us. But the timing was not good and there was a rubbish lorry coming to us really fast like dying. So my father just twisted the steering wheel and our car accidentally went back into the square!
Sebenarnya ayah saya nak potong kereta di depan. Tapi salah bajet masa lepas tu ada pulak lori sampah dari depan laju nak mampus. Jadi ayah saya pulas stereng dan kereta kami pun terbalik masuk petak (sawah)!
Right. I love my job. I can’t remember the number of times I’d reminded my kids at school to think in English and not direct translate when they speak or write. I know I’m gonna have to keep doing that for as long as I’m teaching, but this? Come on. The grammar was almost perfect. But the direct translation – man, I need someone to pinch me real hard. I can’t stop laughing. God.
No, seriously – I wasn’t condescending (for those who think so and wanted write a nasty comment to me about it, you’re advised to leave. I don’t entertain emo fags). Kids are cute. They make mistakes and aren’t ashamed of them, that’s cute. I appreciate their courage. Their efforts. Those are some of the most important things – of the things that are keeping me sane right now. Yeah. If you think being a real teacher isn’t going to drive you out of your mind, don’t become one. Oblivion doesn’t help in the said profession.
A doctor friend once asked me, what’s it like to be in a classroom? I told him the truth; that for me, it has always been fun, Alhamdulillah.
You’re a doctor. If I were to picture it for you, it would look exactly like this: You’re placed in a room full of at least 25 patients, all of them of different needs, diseases, injuries and handicaps, some of them don’t even want to be there while there are others who don’t even care if they’re there or not, some don’t even know what their problems are, some refuse to be treated, some fear treatment and some don’t even need treatment but just motivation – and you have to tend to all of them at once in at least forty minutes with everything you have – which is of course, not much.
And he didn’t think that would be fun.
That’s why I’m the one with the markers and textbooks, not you.
I love my job. And I love my kids. I wouldn’t trade this job I have for any other job in the world. But truthfully if it pays at least ten times better and offers me the same amount of satisfaction every time I drive home feeling tired and faint, I’d consider it. I don’t think there ever will be a job like that, though.
So I’ll just stick to mine – loving and educating and be happy with the blessings.
So, how are you, people?