I'm the anon that stalks on you. I'm the anon that insults you. I'm the anon that gives you crappy advice. I'm the anon that you fight with. I'm the anon that talks true shits. And I'm the anon that you didn't know.
BTW, just because the layout is pink, it doesn't mean I like pink.
02 September 2010
1:04 PM 0 Comments
In life, people will come and go. Today, I feel as if I just lost someone that has made a big impact in my life although I have only gotten to know her for about 4 months. She's my Malay teacher. Out of all the teachers that have taught me, from when I was in Primary right until now, I know that she will be the one of the teachers that I will remember until the last day I live and you're probably wondering why.
I moved class in May and I had different teachers. At first, I thought all the teachers would be chilled. But then, my Malay teacher came in. Saying that I was scared is the biggest understatement at that time because I was beyond terrified. After I found out that she was my Malay teacher, I wanted to change class, I asked but then I couldn't. So I decided to just live with it.
The second time she came in, I was ready to face her or at least I thought I was. That second time scared me. But then the third came. She spoke to me, she asked me about the class, she asked me if I liked my surroundings and I was honest with her. I felt as if the class was my family. She then made a joke. Got me laughing. To be honest, sometimes she made jokes, I fake laugh because I was too scared to understand it.
A few days later, when she walked in I WAS BEYOND HAPPY. I started laughing because I understand her jokes. I started communicating with her. I started enjoying her class. It takes time to get used to the way people teach or act and it took time for me to get used to her. But then I got used to her. I found out how motherly she acts, how much I've learnt from her and how happy I am when she's teaching. Bak kata pepatah ''Tak kenal, maka tak cinta.''
One time, she didn't come and so on that day we didn't have her in class, I felt as if my day wasn't completed. I think I've been scold by her more than anyone in class but I can't say that I hate it because I really appreciate it. Come on, you tell me how many people get the attention from her more than the people she scolds. Exactly. A day without her making a joke is basically non-existing.
Just then, she made a speech. You see, after Eid we have to change teachers because they want to send her to some other class. She was saying how everything... okay I can't really put the whole speech here. But I nearly teared up because she's basically leaving us. She's not going to teach us any more. Simple as that, right? No.
Because of her, I enjoy my Malay lessons. Because of her, I speak more Malay. Because of her, I understand more Malay now. Because of her, I look forward to going to school. Because of her, I look forward of getting my mistakes pointed out. Because of her, I enjoy standing up to answer questions. Because of her, I know how much a teacher should care for their students. Because of her, my Malay isn't that bad any more. Because of her, I learnt how to appreciate a teacher. Because of her, my ideas pop up in Malay. Because of her, I have learnt many guides to life. Because of her, I know what type of husband to search for. Because of her, when I go out, I can laugh at a sign that says ''Kedai Menjahit Pakaian Perempuan''. Because of her, I have tried dancing Kuda Kepang. Because of her, I got the change to jump in mud to catch fishes. Because of her, I stayed at Dorani Homestay. Because of her, I got to sit in the bus with my friends. Because of her, I learnt so many new things. And finally, because of her, I have a Kamus Dewan under my table.
I FEEL SO EMOTIONAL. I don't think I can give her anything that can pay off everything she's done for me. She helped me so much, in life and in... Malay. And these are the reasons why I will never forget my Malay teacher.
It's Puan Sharifah Noora, btw. Tee Hee. :D