Caught Up

As I was rushing home after a class, I bumped into an ex-student and her mum. Now the girl is a teenager and looking all grown up. In my eyes I can still see the sweet little Japanese girl who was all friendly and shy at the same time. Her pleasant ways with everybody and her lovely notes for me are still fresh on my mind. And the tears she shed on the last day of school because I wouldn’t return the following year. I promised to visit but that didn’t happen. It really got me. Until now.

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Wisdom of a Tween

“When you desperately want something, God won’t give it to you. Instead, be grateful for what you have, and you’ll be rewarded accordingly”.

*Quoted from one of my students.

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Who Do You Missed, Ms?

I miss teaching. But more than that I’m missing students who are attached to me for the whole academic year. Being involved in their learning journey, discovering new stuff together and watching them grow as a learner and an individual is one of the most heart warming experience. It’s like that proud parent moment when your child reaches his milestones. There would be tough times for sure, but it would be forgotten far too soon.

Some of my fond memories stretched back almost two decades ago during my first year of teaching. Those kids are now adults who are either working or studying in universities. Their childlike faces in my photos collection, are precious reminder of how I was a part of their childhood. Hopefully, they’ll think fondly of me sometimes.

The reality is teachers don’t need awards or recognitions to fuel their passion. As long as their memory lives on in the hearts of their students, they’ll carry on teaching until the end. One day I’d love to meet my little people and ask them, “What are you up to guys?”

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Class Act

Waking up from your broken sleep as the baby spent all night fretting, you realized that the alarm went off but you didn’t hear its unwelcoming sound. A quick glanced at the phone made your heart skipped, as you could see you were already an hour late from getting ready to leave for work. Walking past the baby’s cot, you cringed when you sensed some movements, so you prayed hard that she’d continue to sleep and tiptoed quickly to the bathroom.

In less than 15 minutes, you showered, got dressed and slapped on some make-up to hide the dark circles under your eyes. Thank goodness you had plenty of practice in speedy ready (getting ready quickly); a useful skill when time is your enemy. Not wanting to prematurely wake up the household, you dashed about in the dark planting kisses on your lovelies who were fast asleep-except the baby. Quietly as a mouse, you turned the doorknob, closed the door, then dashed down the staircase. Hurray!

After madly grabbing whatever you needed (as there was no time to organize things the night before), you jumped into the car and headed out. Once you pulled into the highway, you began to breathe easily. It seemed you were only a couple of minutes behind your usual timing. The road was clear and the radio was playing your favourite song. Ah, what a great feeling. Everything would be just fine from that moment on, so you thought.

Suddenly, the cars ahead slowed down almost to a complete stop. A traffic jam. A disturbing fate. A definite reason for being late. First, you fidgeted while thinking perhaps it wouldn’t last long. Maybe a car broke down in the middle lane. Then, you became anxious as you only inched a tiny bit at a time. Should you call the school? It was still early and no one would be at the office. Should you message a colleague? Would it be better to call instead?

You ended up frantically trying to get hold of people while manoeuvring carefully bumper to bumper. A whole lot of organizing to do. Someone had to unlock the door to be there for the kids and keep them occupied until you arrived.

Fast forward, post traffic jam and you finally secured a parking space after driving around looking for one. Phew. But you felt tired and unmotivated to do anything. All you wanted was to go home…

As you reached your classroom, you stopped at the window while observing the scene inside. The reason for being there was waiting for your arrival. Pulling yourself together, you knew you had to put in an extra effort for the day to run smoothly or ended up feeling beaten. Deep breath. Smile, think positive and let the show begins. Welcome to a teacher’s world- the one with the best class act of all time.

*Photo credit: The Teacher Next Door’s Facebook page

Zzz…away

Twenty odd years ago when life was nothing but easy, there was one particular issue that most university students had to endure- early morning classes. To add to the hardship, it would always be on an exceptionally serious subject. In my case, Literature. The thick hardcover brown book was a no nonsense reading material. It was heavy in every sense of the word. Not easy in the arms, not easy in the head.

One morning, I couldn’t stop yawning until tears started pooling and my tongue was in so much pain from being bitten, to make me stay awake. Don’t get me wrong. I love literature and my favourite books are all the classics- unabridged edition. Unfortunately, wee hours of morning and literature class just don’t go together. They are a mismatched of good stuff.

And so, this poem came about as a result of that…

ANOTHER cold morning feeling sleepy in class,

I strained myself from yawning, but I don’t think my abstinence will last.

THE look of boredom is clear as she’s pacing the floor,

But hey, she’s a lecturer, nobody’s stopping her walking out the door!

PERHAPS she’s hoping that she’s not here, looking at our deadpan faces,

Pondering out loud “Well, well my dears…you’re really one of the worst cases”.

AT least she’s sensitive to notice, I felt elated when she did,

For one thing that displease me, a person who is a hypocrite.

“IS there a cure for a sleepyhead, whose nodding comes regardless the hour,

Wishing that she’s still in bed even when seeing her lecturer turns sour?”

“YOU listen here my dear ladies,” cried the lecturer with some malice,

“There is a remedy for this disease- go to bed early that’s what it is!”

OUCH! Madam, you hit the bull’s eye just what I expected from an old wise guy,

Well, do wait for my reply- as for now, dreams are shadowing my eyes…

Zzz

Aiza@Life is Such