Salam and Hi to all!
Previously I have posted one of my short story (cerpen) which has been wrote during my school time, cuma ending tu je berubah sikit since I quoted some of lyric from Sarah Raisuddin's song. I love the song truly, deeply, madly!
I would like to continue my earlier post about my school time... this will very much help us all how to get to the answer of why am I being so sentimental about the academic and teaching principle...
My new life began when I stayed with my own parents after my granny passed away at my age of 10. My mother told me that I took about couple of weeks to call her 'mak'. Ya lo, all this while I lived with my granny and her cat...
I had my Year 5 and UPSR in SRK (1) Kuala Ampang. Here, I was kind of budak kampung masuk bandar! I had been so reserved because I felt so 'rendah diri'... it was very hard for me to adapt to the new phenomena. Where were the counsellors? The students and teachers are very much different from my previous school. Perhaps that was the different between sekolah kampung and bandar? I dont know...
But one thing I remember most in SRK KA was when I managed to drew a potrait very nicely during the school drawing competition. Even tak menang, but I supprised myself that I could drew such a beautiful potrait (tak apalah puji diri sendiri ye..). My very first painting which supprised myself juga was when I drew a picture of waterfall masa darjah berapa ye? Standard 3 I believe. Padahal masa tu I never went to any waterfall (I was not from a well to do family, and I stayed with my granny) neither do I ever see one. Suka-suka hati I paint guna water colour (perfect imagination), tapi I adored it too much (tak apalah kalau orang lain tak notice heh heh...)
I had not many friend because I was kind of hesitated to approach them, but I easily be friended to those who kind enough to approach me. I remember some names of my classmates - Neoh Swee Hin (he laughed at me when I sneezed in front of him), Nasridin (the head of prefect cum a very active sport talent), Yohan Fidzriah (I just found her recently in FB, not sure whether she can remember me..), Nursyarina Basara (I loved her name - she said combination of her father Bahrin and her mother Sarah = Basara), Tan Chui Kim (who the one who always teased me) and others.
Tan Chui Kim - i remember her painting on my face (make up) for our choir presentation. She was so colourful, full of laughs and like the song bird - asyik cakap saja (where r u). I missed her...
I scored 5As in UPSR despite of the uncomfortable years I had there. My family shifted to Sg Buloh and I enrolled for my secondary school in Sek Men Bukit Gading. Back to kampung style... where I regained my confidence (back to suasana kampung and be jaguh kampung heh heh). I was appointed as a prefect, catching up with my performance - be smart and always scored high mark.
I remember some of my teachers - Cikgu Norsham (my History teacher who refused to look at my face when I spoiled my marks in SRP Trial but smiled when I scores A1 in the real SRP), Cikgu Phua (my Physic Sir who always pronounced Ozon as OJON, and I met him and his wife, who is also the teacher in SMBG during the last wedding ceremony in my parents house), Cikgu Zahari (who was a very sempoi and sporting Sir), Cikgu Habsah (my BM teacher who was very colourful dan yang lagi 15km nak sampai kelas, dah boleh bau dia punya perfume), Cikgu Sukariah (wife to Cikgu Zahari, nama je sukaria tapi garang... cikgu jangan marah kalau terbaca blog ni ye... I love u anyway).
And cikgu Faizah? Now my mind got hanky panky... tak tahu cikgu yang mana kat sekolah yang mana dah... then it prove that I am getting older and insufficiently using my brain. I wish I can be like my idol, Tun Dr Mahathir!
My friends - Uji, Mirzarina, Ida, Fazlinda, Aton, (all in my FB) others... And Lim Swee Ping, a very who was also closed to me... where are you Swee Pin?
My SRP result was good and I had an offer to study in MRSM Jasin. Hmm... I missed Jasin very much. Many sweet and 'sour' memories there - just to mentioned some names in 5 Gempaque : OC, Baya, Cinoi, Tok Sue, Angah Mariani (where r u), Alel, Ita, Nadia (there were only 9 of us) and the boys ada 11 if I am not mistaken - Nik (where r u), Madi, Azhan, Asnol (who is your wife?), Qweng (betul ke tak eja ni), Fuad, Ayub and who else... sorry, ada traffic jammed kat brain.
In MRSM I was a pure science students. Sorry and honestly I hated it (I was bad in all Sciences subject and I hated myself for being very poor in Math eventhough I loved them - however I survived, and I get quite good marks every exam, consider good lah juga kan...). That is why when I became a lecturer, I walked extra miles to re-study, not to study the subject but to re-study the most effective strategy in delivering the subject so that my most poor students can at least catch it up.
I was bad in Add Math during my school time, but when I teach it I found it 'oh, macam ni je ke? Awat dulu tak boleh nak faham?' Proven, there are many ways to deliver the subjects for students to understand better apart of just following the books...
I did not blame my teachers in fact I thank them because I am who I am now for the knowledge they gave me. Terima kasih cikgu! And I do believe that there were and are too many students in this world that it is impossible for a teacher to attend one to one during the class time.
After SPM, I went to Kolej Mara Kulim where all the matrix students for UUM, USM and one more tak ingat studied. There were many laugh and tears during this study time (I tell the story later). After a year our Principal was very keened to take us to the new and soully college of ours. Kolej Mara Kuala Nerang. I remember it as the most difficult experience, I and perhaps most of the pioneer students ever had.
The college was very much new, the construction just completed and many other things were yet to be equipped and provided. Everything was OTW (on the way). I remember my first day in Kuala Nerang. We had to sit on the class floor since there were insufficient desk and chairs for students. Every classess had to take turn to plant the flowers and trees. OMG! Students cum Houseekeeper cum Gardener! Where on earth could we be all like this? Hah hah... One or two (in my knowledge) of the students, after one year in Kulim, quitted on the first week in KMKN! They couldnt stand the amukan 'serangga and nyamuk hutan'.
I even slept on the cement floor in my room. No bed and no electric in the hostel in the very first few weeks. Yes it was hard! It was untolerable! I cried! I wanted to go home! But I could not! I could not quitted! My parents worked very hard to find money and placed me here to study, to get a certificate so that I could go to U and get my degree, then to help my family survived our life...
With that determination and awareness, I therefore survived all those misery. And today, looking back at those times, I told myself, my husband and my children it was definitely, undoubtedly a very SWEET memories! And I am very grateful I went through it...
- we'll meet again -
Previously I have posted one of my short story (cerpen) which has been wrote during my school time, cuma ending tu je berubah sikit since I quoted some of lyric from Sarah Raisuddin's song. I love the song truly, deeply, madly!
I would like to continue my earlier post about my school time... this will very much help us all how to get to the answer of why am I being so sentimental about the academic and teaching principle...
My new life began when I stayed with my own parents after my granny passed away at my age of 10. My mother told me that I took about couple of weeks to call her 'mak'. Ya lo, all this while I lived with my granny and her cat...
I had my Year 5 and UPSR in SRK (1) Kuala Ampang. Here, I was kind of budak kampung masuk bandar! I had been so reserved because I felt so 'rendah diri'... it was very hard for me to adapt to the new phenomena. Where were the counsellors? The students and teachers are very much different from my previous school. Perhaps that was the different between sekolah kampung and bandar? I dont know...
But one thing I remember most in SRK KA was when I managed to drew a potrait very nicely during the school drawing competition. Even tak menang, but I supprised myself that I could drew such a beautiful potrait (tak apalah puji diri sendiri ye..). My very first painting which supprised myself juga was when I drew a picture of waterfall masa darjah berapa ye? Standard 3 I believe. Padahal masa tu I never went to any waterfall (I was not from a well to do family, and I stayed with my granny) neither do I ever see one. Suka-suka hati I paint guna water colour (perfect imagination), tapi I adored it too much (tak apalah kalau orang lain tak notice heh heh...)
I had not many friend because I was kind of hesitated to approach them, but I easily be friended to those who kind enough to approach me. I remember some names of my classmates - Neoh Swee Hin (he laughed at me when I sneezed in front of him), Nasridin (the head of prefect cum a very active sport talent), Yohan Fidzriah (I just found her recently in FB, not sure whether she can remember me..), Nursyarina Basara (I loved her name - she said combination of her father Bahrin and her mother Sarah = Basara), Tan Chui Kim (who the one who always teased me) and others.
Tan Chui Kim - i remember her painting on my face (make up) for our choir presentation. She was so colourful, full of laughs and like the song bird - asyik cakap saja (where r u). I missed her...
I scored 5As in UPSR despite of the uncomfortable years I had there. My family shifted to Sg Buloh and I enrolled for my secondary school in Sek Men Bukit Gading. Back to kampung style... where I regained my confidence (back to suasana kampung and be jaguh kampung heh heh). I was appointed as a prefect, catching up with my performance - be smart and always scored high mark.
I remember some of my teachers - Cikgu Norsham (my History teacher who refused to look at my face when I spoiled my marks in SRP Trial but smiled when I scores A1 in the real SRP), Cikgu Phua (my Physic Sir who always pronounced Ozon as OJON, and I met him and his wife, who is also the teacher in SMBG during the last wedding ceremony in my parents house), Cikgu Zahari (who was a very sempoi and sporting Sir), Cikgu Habsah (my BM teacher who was very colourful dan yang lagi 15km nak sampai kelas, dah boleh bau dia punya perfume), Cikgu Sukariah (wife to Cikgu Zahari, nama je sukaria tapi garang... cikgu jangan marah kalau terbaca blog ni ye... I love u anyway).
And cikgu Faizah? Now my mind got hanky panky... tak tahu cikgu yang mana kat sekolah yang mana dah... then it prove that I am getting older and insufficiently using my brain. I wish I can be like my idol, Tun Dr Mahathir!
My friends - Uji, Mirzarina, Ida, Fazlinda, Aton, (all in my FB) others... And Lim Swee Ping, a very who was also closed to me... where are you Swee Pin?
My SRP result was good and I had an offer to study in MRSM Jasin. Hmm... I missed Jasin very much. Many sweet and 'sour' memories there - just to mentioned some names in 5 Gempaque : OC, Baya, Cinoi, Tok Sue, Angah Mariani (where r u), Alel, Ita, Nadia (there were only 9 of us) and the boys ada 11 if I am not mistaken - Nik (where r u), Madi, Azhan, Asnol (who is your wife?), Qweng (betul ke tak eja ni), Fuad, Ayub and who else... sorry, ada traffic jammed kat brain.
In MRSM I was a pure science students. Sorry and honestly I hated it (I was bad in all Sciences subject and I hated myself for being very poor in Math eventhough I loved them - however I survived, and I get quite good marks every exam, consider good lah juga kan...). That is why when I became a lecturer, I walked extra miles to re-study, not to study the subject but to re-study the most effective strategy in delivering the subject so that my most poor students can at least catch it up.
I was bad in Add Math during my school time, but when I teach it I found it 'oh, macam ni je ke? Awat dulu tak boleh nak faham?' Proven, there are many ways to deliver the subjects for students to understand better apart of just following the books...
I did not blame my teachers in fact I thank them because I am who I am now for the knowledge they gave me. Terima kasih cikgu! And I do believe that there were and are too many students in this world that it is impossible for a teacher to attend one to one during the class time.
After SPM, I went to Kolej Mara Kulim where all the matrix students for UUM, USM and one more tak ingat studied. There were many laugh and tears during this study time (I tell the story later). After a year our Principal was very keened to take us to the new and soully college of ours. Kolej Mara Kuala Nerang. I remember it as the most difficult experience, I and perhaps most of the pioneer students ever had.
The college was very much new, the construction just completed and many other things were yet to be equipped and provided. Everything was OTW (on the way). I remember my first day in Kuala Nerang. We had to sit on the class floor since there were insufficient desk and chairs for students. Every classess had to take turn to plant the flowers and trees. OMG! Students cum Houseekeeper cum Gardener! Where on earth could we be all like this? Hah hah... One or two (in my knowledge) of the students, after one year in Kulim, quitted on the first week in KMKN! They couldnt stand the amukan 'serangga and nyamuk hutan'.
I even slept on the cement floor in my room. No bed and no electric in the hostel in the very first few weeks. Yes it was hard! It was untolerable! I cried! I wanted to go home! But I could not! I could not quitted! My parents worked very hard to find money and placed me here to study, to get a certificate so that I could go to U and get my degree, then to help my family survived our life...
With that determination and awareness, I therefore survived all those misery. And today, looking back at those times, I told myself, my husband and my children it was definitely, undoubtedly a very SWEET memories! And I am very grateful I went through it...
- we'll meet again -
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