SMK Sri Istana. Yup. That's where i'll be torturing myself for three months. After the final list was out, i figured that it must be one of those schools where all the lords' heirs went to. I mean Sri Istana, go figure. On Mon however, it was like a sick version of a fairy tale. It was like Sleeping Beauty waking up to find her Prince only it wasn't the Prince but the donkey from Shrek...ok i know. Bad anology. But still. It was like an American version of a school in Utah.
The good thing is that the principal Pn. Mawarni is waaay nice. I was told that the students are mostly orphans. They had family crisis all their lives. The rest came from broken families and some never even knew who their parents are. Here's what i think: these kids they dun even trust adults. They've been hurt by adults and they hide the pain by inflicting it onto others. The principal said that "If only one student came to see you to share his/her problem, then you are successful enough." I gotta admit; i was kinda spaced out for the rest of the conversation as i was mostly occupied with my own super crazee thoughts (explains why the other trainees did most of the talking, hehe...) What if they dun trust me enough to let me teach them? Considering all the stories i've heard about car-scratching and tyres-puncturing, it'll be a hell of an experience. Fortunately i'm riding with the other trainee to school and if there'll be scratch we won't know who is it for rite?? (unless the students wrote my name instead of Niza on the car, which i hope they dont coz then he might start a quarrel with me and it'll tarnish the fac's image - us not being united and all, heee...)
Talking about the other trainees, there were four of us. All giddy + excited + nervous bout the school. Here's my first impression on them:
Niza: very composed, very SR-like (he's already called the school b4 pre-prac is over), an expert liar (he bluffed his way sayin' its only 5 mins walk to school when it was like 20)
Nuar: extremely passionate in teaching (quote from anonymous: "klo aku ade anak nti, konpem aku nk anta dia ke sek anuar ngajar"), most friendly (the male teachers kept callin' him Cikgu Hairul, Cikgu Hairul...like they've known him for life)
Ika: very2 motherly (siyes la...klo my mom tgk sah2 nk wat menantu), professional (the way she kept nodding her head and bringin' the google map), hardworking betol (time ROS ye leh wat report kat sek time2 tu gak!)
I dun think i can yet say "I love my school" for now. It just didn't feel right. If i say it but i didn't really mean it, then where's the sense in that, rite? Time will tell, i guess...Hopefully at the end of these three months i'll be able to stand in a crowd and say firm and proud; "I'm glad i was here..."
The good thing is that the principal Pn. Mawarni is waaay nice. I was told that the students are mostly orphans. They had family crisis all their lives. The rest came from broken families and some never even knew who their parents are. Here's what i think: these kids they dun even trust adults. They've been hurt by adults and they hide the pain by inflicting it onto others. The principal said that "If only one student came to see you to share his/her problem, then you are successful enough." I gotta admit; i was kinda spaced out for the rest of the conversation as i was mostly occupied with my own super crazee thoughts (explains why the other trainees did most of the talking, hehe...) What if they dun trust me enough to let me teach them? Considering all the stories i've heard about car-scratching and tyres-puncturing, it'll be a hell of an experience. Fortunately i'm riding with the other trainee to school and if there'll be scratch we won't know who is it for rite?? (unless the students wrote my name instead of Niza on the car, which i hope they dont coz then he might start a quarrel with me and it'll tarnish the fac's image - us not being united and all, heee...)
Talking about the other trainees, there were four of us. All giddy + excited + nervous bout the school. Here's my first impression on them:
Niza: very composed, very SR-like (he's already called the school b4 pre-prac is over), an expert liar (he bluffed his way sayin' its only 5 mins walk to school when it was like 20)
Nuar: extremely passionate in teaching (quote from anonymous: "klo aku ade anak nti, konpem aku nk anta dia ke sek anuar ngajar"), most friendly (the male teachers kept callin' him Cikgu Hairul, Cikgu Hairul...like they've known him for life)
Ika: very2 motherly (siyes la...klo my mom tgk sah2 nk wat menantu), professional (the way she kept nodding her head and bringin' the google map), hardworking betol (time ROS ye leh wat report kat sek time2 tu gak!)
I dun think i can yet say "I love my school" for now. It just didn't feel right. If i say it but i didn't really mean it, then where's the sense in that, rite? Time will tell, i guess...Hopefully at the end of these three months i'll be able to stand in a crowd and say firm and proud; "I'm glad i was here..."
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