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Wednesday, July 26, 2006
I made someone cried today....
come one, let me explain...
what is this thing about me that makes these kids cry and myself being left despaired?
I know in the beginning of my career, I made a remark that I LOVE, absolutely Love making others cry...a sadist maybe?
But today, I did not mean to do it...during recess, I was just talking to someone about responsibility and this person burst out crying in front of the P6s. Well, it was my fault too for not understanding... We, adults have this mentality that we are always right...but it's not actually true...I should have listened to this person before telling this person I'm disappointed in him. But it's true....this person is the last person I would say these words...but again and again, I was troubled by his behaviour. So I took the step to tell this person what I felt.
As a teacher, I place my hopes as high as the sky in my students...every single one of them...I want perfection and the best from every one coz that was my teacher in P4 instilled in me...Till now, I still respect this teacher of mine for all the guidance she has shown in me as an educator. Indirectly, she shaped my principles as a teacher. Thank U, Mrs Suhaimi!

Back to my students, I think the P6s has been possessed by the Seventh month ghosts. Every year without fail, between July till October, the P6 students of mine will display emotions and problems unlike the usual. Stress? Fed up? Only God knows...

I feel I'm fading away from them...

it's true...

I have said my piece!




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