tukar cikgu bahasa Inggeris tu ! !

       I have been teaching all my life.Ini la kali pertama saya mengalami pengalaman paling pahit dalam hidup saya as far as work is concerned.

        Among my pupils in class ada this child yang selalu absent. Dalam seminggu mesti 3 hari saja or maybe less than that dia datang sekolah.
        Bila tanya his friends yang dekat rumah dia, they said " ada teacher, nampak dia kemarin dok main saja "..
        Dia anak tunggal in the family.Parents still young. Often see them in school, sending their love one dalam kawasan sekolah...( which is not allowed ..cukup setakat di luar pagar saja, unless hari hujan )..
        No one say anything..biaq pi la, as long as the kid mau datang sekolah.Tak pa dia dapat layanan VIP .
       Bila yang lain dah boleh membaca , he is still far behind. In the first exam he only managed to get 29 marks for his English, which made me worried sick.
      Its only natural for me to go to his table , suruh dia baca itu ini, since dia dah ketinggalan banyak. Alphabets  pun masih tak kenal bila di suruh baca.The rest of the class dah  laju kedepan.

       One day after  a few days tak mai sekolah I gave him all the worksheets yang dia missed. tak sempat habis then he has to do as homework...

        Bila dapat balik all were done but not in his own handwriting !
        "Sapa tulis ni? "
       " Saya.." His eyes did not meet mine. Saya ni dah berpuluh tahun mengajaq, takkan saya tak tau tu tulisan dia ke sapa..
       I did not want to ask much.I know dia bohong.So I just wrote in his book.
       " Do this yourself ! " wishing whoever did the homework for him will read that.

                                   Every morning before lesson start mesti saya baca doa and the little angels aminkan...bukan kah murid2 ni ahli syurga, saya tumpang berkatnya saja.tapi bila effort kita di salah  anggap..tak frust ke?


       The next day tiba2 masa staff meeting my headmaster told me the parents came to see him .
" Cikgu kena tukar cikgu bahasa Inggeris tu ! anak saya tak mau mai sekolah kalau dia masih di sini. saya tak suka dia dok suruh buat homework macam2. budak baru darjah satu  ! "
       Hancur luluh hati saya...niat baik kita di perlekeh sampai macam tu, siap suruh guru besar tukar kita pulak...
       The other teachers marah " amboi dia ingat dia sapa nak suruh tukar cikgu. dia bawa la anak dia pi sekolah lain "

       Benda tu hit me real bad. I was  devastated yet dignified.  I masuk kelas macam biasa, bila bagi excercise I bagi dia sikit daripada budak lain, tak mau dia tension buat banyak latihan to please his mak in a way.
     Selalu pagi2 bila after the bell rings saya terserempak the mother tolong bawa beg anak dia masuk kelas.letak atas kerusi baru dia balik. I will try not to face her..ya la orang tk suka kita buat apa nak beramah mesra..

    last week, when I was about to enter the classroom , pagi pukul 740 first period, she was in the class, scolding a boy .accusing him curi color anak dia. I was appalled by what I saw.The poor boy takut habis, muka pucat...Nampak saja I entered the class and bagi salam kat budak2 , she walked out of the class ikut pintu belakang.

   Tak sampai 10 minutes after she left the mother of the boy yang dia tuduh curi color tu pulak came to me .
" Teacher tolong ubah tempat duduk anak saya .saya tak mau dia duduk dekat xxxx.kemarin mak dia pi serang saya di rumah tuduh anak saya curi color anak dia.! ! "

She kept on blabbering and prattling..saya rasa pening kepala. Anything to do dengan budak tu saya dah tutup buku..tak mau masuk campur. I wanted to extricate myself from the situation . Feigning a headache,  I said " Puan pi jumpa Guru Besar na, cerita kat guru besar senang "


       I sent her to the door and kebetulan nampak my boss tengah berjalan bersembang dengan cleaner sekolah.
     The whole school  cerita pasai kejadian tu ...and I feel strange because tiba2 I tak berminat nak dengar. Hati saya dah frust habis. Strangely I was quite composed..

     Someone used to say to me " you ni kalau dah sekali orang buat jahat kat you sampai bila pun you tak boleh lupa,"
Itu la my weak point, I can forgive tapi will never forget, and sampai  bila pun the hurt stays, tak boleh cuci, tak boleh erase...

                Tunggu  2 girls  masuk kelas after break, last2 found out sorang cirit patut tak timbul2...

     Kalau ikut hati saya boleh ignore saja budak tu dalam kelas, I can just anggap he doesnt exist. tapi saya tak boleh buat macam tu becos I still remember my ex teacher said " macam mana kita mengajar anak orang macam tu la orang mengajar anak kita "

     I remember Uncle AL pernah advise, kerja guru ni mulia, buat la sehabis baik, nescaya Tuhan bagi pahala berganda, asal ikhlas . Saya ingat itu.

    

                 Cikgu sampai dulu dalam class, budak2 masih di padang senaman, tu pun kena juga.

            Humans are fallible, we make mistakes .Tapi sebagai orang berpelajaran, kita akan selalu berfikir sebelum melakukan sesuatu.. Kalau orang aniaya kita dan tak tau niat baik dalam hati kita takkan kita nak tengok langit dan menangis saja. There is no point sitting alone twiddling my thumbs.

          How nice to get away from it all, settle on a secluded beach , just admiring the beauty around you. Forget about work , forget about loads of books to mark, forget about files to update,forget about those boisterous children, forget about keying in marks..
         Jum sapa nak teman I ? I belanja. he he.( ni ayat nak pujuk hati sndiri )....apa pun lets go on smiling. a smile that can keep us happy, and of course helps to expunge the memory away...