Teachers

"Men learn while they teach" - Lucius A. Seneca

I celebrated my first teacher’s day last Friday. Although, I am not exactly a teacher but yar I am somewhere along that line. I received lots of gifts from my students but the most memorable, precious and valuable was from this particular student by the name of MaryAnn.
She gave me her sincere thanks. She apologizes for being slow in class and thanked me for being so nice and patient with her. She ended her line, telling me what a great teacher I am. For me, those words worth more than anything else in this world. She made me think again about why i want this badly. Seriously, it is not about the gifts, it is not about the compliments. Neither is it about the amount you earn, rather it is all about them. The satisfaction you get when you help them in someway or another even if it is not big can't even be explained in words. The indescribable feeling of joy and happiness when your students comes up to you to tell you how much you made a difference in their life and how you cared when nobody does. It’s the passion for children, in knowing that every kid has a shot to become successful in life and the fact that every kid has their own set of potential and talent. And for the fact that you will be the one that is going to help bring out the most in a kid, to see them grow to become a somebody.
Oh well, I know no matter what happens, I am going to stick my butt around this line. Even if I do venture out to another line, I know at the end of the day, I will come running back to this line.

I remembered during my school days there were some teachers who made an impact in my life. They were those who cared, who always seem to be there for me no matter what. They, who were special in a lot of ways and will forever, be in my memory. I am grateful for them and they are my inspiration.

Miss Melissa, my kindergarten teacher. She was the one who spurred my special interest in arts and music. (She is the one in the green kebaya)



Mdm Zubaidah, my primary school teacher. She was the teacher who guided me throughout my primary school life. She never once stopped believing in me and never once gave up on me when many others did. (I sadly have no photos of her but it is fine because she stays in my memory, for the benefits of others, just picture her as one gorgeous lady)

Mrs Poh, my secondary school teacher. I love her so much. She taught me a lot of moral values and principles of life. She taught me about courage, sensitivity and to crawl into one skin and walk with it. She brought me to the other side of the world of literature. She gave me lots of valuable advices and did many things to boost my low self-esteem and confidence which I was lacking back then. She wasn’t only a teacher but a close friend I could turn to when I needed one.



Mr Seah Chong Poh, my poly teacher. He has a stern and strict look but behind that fierce exterior lies a wonderful and caring teacher. I know I can always turn to him when I face any problems with my work and I know he will go that extra mile to help. I have always hated SNSC (a subject in poly) but he taught me to love the subject. It is only when you start loving the subject then will you do well in it. On top of everything, he is so huge, tall and macho. He never fails to gives me a sense of protection and security whenever i am around him. =)



P/S: I lost my voice due to all the shouting and screaming. Doctor says its acute laryngitis and told me to conserve my voice(which is totally impossible). I am now recuperating but my throat still hurts. This is what you call, Teachers’ occupation hazard. =) Till then..Tkc ppl...

-haRYANa-