HAPPY SMILE

Exactly at 9.15 in the morning, my phone rang.  To my surprise, it was my best friend from Kuala Lumpur. As I answered my phone, I started to smile.  It was really nice to hear from her with our naughty jokes and crack heads.

Soon she gave the phone to another guy friend.  A friend who always offers help yet at the same time, a person I always quarrel with.  It was indeed great to be able to quarrel with him in the phone once again.

Then the phone was passed to another friend, the only doctor in the house. Hearing their voices made me alive.  I was crazy again.  Laughing and giggling as we go through memory lane.

When we had to bid goodbye, I think my heart and soul had flown back to my previous school.  As I entered my class, I was smiling all through the way.  My mind thinking of my friends and how I miss them so much.  Shouting, fighting, debating, laughing, joking and mocking at each other.

I messaged my friend saying how happy I was to hear from her and suddenly at 11.50, she called me again. And the craziness go on.  Today is indeed a happy day for me.

Working life

Had left Sarawak at the age of 18.  After 17 years, I finally returned.  Not for good I think.  My heart still misses the hectic life in Kuala Lumpur.

Surprisingly when I was posted to Kuching, I got a school which was quite far from my home address. Coincident?  I have no idea.  It was not at the heart of the city yet I wouldn't dare to say it is in the rural area.

When I first entered the school compound, it was beautiful and modern.  As I was welcomed by the teachers, I realised it was totally different from my previous school.  I was given a pendrive for work use and I have to thumb print every time I come to work instead of the normal punch card.  My table is amazing since I have sockets on the table for personal use and I can see everyone has a laptop and printer on their tables.  It was almost like a cubicle, where you have your own private place.  I have shelves, cupboards and drawers to place my belongings.  And the best part is the staff room is air conditioned!  There is no ceiling fan and the room is extremely cold.  I think I have to drag my feet going to class.


Then when it comes to handing in our lesson plans, we have to type and print the lesson and arrange them nicely in a file given by the school.  And we only hand them in after two or three weeks.

Okay, I think by now I might sound like a weirdo who has never seen or been in this situation.  The fact is YES, I have never been in this situation.  The previous school was different yet I miss the friendly smiles of my friends who have been my colleagues for 13 years.

Teaching is always a difficult task since you have to deal with different culture, language, behaviour and attitude.  Students are students.  No other words to describe them.

As for the work ethic, perhaps it is more relaxing.  Starts working at 7.10 in the morning and ends at 2.10 in the evening.  If there is any meeting, the latest was at 5.30 in the evening and that happens maybe once a month.

Timetable and schedule.

Hmm.. quite alright for a newcomer.  See what I'm doing now.  I actually have time to write in my blog again. Pretty impressive right?

I have been working for six months and I don't know what's the life span of this working life will be.  At the moment, adaptation is the best word to keep in mind.

Fasting Month

Another five more days until Raya.  My little boy Adam has managed to fast from the beginning of Ramadhan up till today.  As a mother, I am absolutely proud of him.

Remembering his first day of fasting.  

When we went to the food bazaar, he stopped almost every step looking at the drinks sold with his hand on his chest.  Talking to himself saying 'be patient, be patient'.  It was a funny scene.  Yet we did not force him and asked if he wanted to break fast.  Indeed he was patient enough refusing to break fast.

Hopefully he can still survive this last five days.  He has been counting because in that five more days, we will be back in Kuala Lumpur.  Everyone misses it.  Everyone wants to go home.