Raya lesson

They said ' You don't know what you got till it's gone.' After what happened recently, i kind of agree with that..

Well, as someone who live very far away..(Sabah is considered far la..coz you need a few hundred ringgit to cross the ocean kan..) and financially tight, staying at hostel during the one week raya holiday kind of the best solution. I forced my sister to join me n we were happily contented with boredoom. huhu

Waking up in the morning without any demanding schedule was heavenly. But, the essential part of a hostel life is dreadfully showing its absence.. The path to bathroom was pathetically decorated with cat's poop.. The smell was strong enough to knock a horse down. The journeys to the restroom were nightmares..i remind myself to drink less water just to avoid the bathroom. Oh ya, not to mention the dustbins.. And i have to put up with it for a week! God! I miss the 'mak cik cleaner' damn much!

After almost a week, i wake up one morning, dragging my feet and cursing the biological need of my bladder, i noticed the decoration dissapear and the path to the bathroom was shining like crystal...the smell reminds me of the mixture of citrus.. wow.. (okay that was exagerated)..
At the end of the path, i saw a figure mopping the floor intensely..it was the 'mak cik cleaner'. muahahaha.. feels like jumping n hugging her n tell her how much she was missed. But of cos i didn't do that.

After this, i would never take any 'mak cik cleaner' for granted anymore. I think they are really the saviour to our comfortable hostel life.

Hehe...my raya lesson.

The practical

I have survived almost 2 months in this school..i survived the adrenalin rush for the first classes.. i survived the sceptical looks, 1st impression judgements...i survived a few observations in flying colours (so they told me)..i have established a comfortable relationships with the eager young minds and i even have a few favourite students..

I shared some jokes and laughters with my students..received some compliments...lose my temper to the noty ones..but i think i've got my practical period just nice.. Thank God..

Another 5 weeks..and i'm almost ready to wear the 'teacher' name tag.. can't wait.. Lets just hope the final 5 weeks wont gv me a hard time.. (cross finger).

Being a teacher is not that bad ;)