So, It’s The New School Guys!

This entry was drafted on 27th September 2011, a day after lapor diri in SK Parit Jawa. I didn’t manage to post it then because………. Well, I can’t remember why I didn’t post it, but hey, I’m posting it now, so here you go. 🙂
Owh, anyways, w
hile you’re reading it, I’ll be writing second entry about this school from three-weeks-of-me-being-here perspective. See if there is any difference with this my-first-day-owh-i-like-the-school entry.

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Yesterday, was the first day of me being in Johor, or to be exact Muar, for work purpose. Even though this was not the first time of me being in Muar, but I was still nervous. This is different. I’m actually WORKING here now. Instead of just visiting my husband, this , I guess, would be permanent. I work here, I live here. Wow. I’m orang Muar now? Heh, no. I’m orang Sabak Bernam, I just live in Muar.

Anyways, back to the main point here, I actually wanna talk about my new school. Owh. before that, I went to PPD to collect reposting letter and I met our TESL senior there, Fauzi. Or should I say, Encik Fauzi? Haha. He’s now working in PPD as an officer. He was actually an IPBArian but he didn’t recognize me. Hm, why am I not surprised? Haha

Okay, so the school is called, SK Parit Jawa. It’s not very rural I would say, it’s in the heart of the town of Parit Jawa. It’s by the main road and it is actually quite a big school. I’ve spoken to the GPK Kurikulum, Puan Noraini, she said there are about 50-60 teachers, and 600 students all together.

First thing I asked her about the students performance in English. She said, ‘Biase lah Mimi (that’s what she called me, never mind, I haven’t told her that people actually call me, Emy. haha), sekolah mcm ni, ade la budak boleh, ade yang x boleh.’ Then, I asked her about the number of English teachers at that school. Well, there is only ONE English teacher (optionist) and two more English teachers who are actually non-optionist. So, when she told me they are really in serious need of English teachers, I felt relieved. I was afraid that my presence here was not welcomed because they have enough English teachers. Thank God I was wrong about that. 🙂

There were not many teachers when I came to the staffroom, but I found one important person. Hehe. The only TESL teacher in that school, Kak Qilah. She was sooooo friendly and nice to me. She said she was happy that I’m now in their English team. Back in SKTJ, I was given responsibility to teach 32 periods per week and here, Kak Qilah was given the same responsibility. I know how tiring it was, especially when you have to teach 8 periods straight from morning till afternoon, only had 30 minute-break in the middle. So here in SKPJ, I guess we could help each other to balance the workload.

I would say, that I’m gonna love the school. I don’t really care about the students, because you know, kids will be kids, (naughty, attention seeker, rebellious), mane2 pon same jer, but the teacher, so far those who I have met, are very very very nice. But hey, it’s only my first day, it’s still early to tell actually. Maybe true colours are gonna start showing in 2 weeks time. Or less than that (Or, is it my own true colours that I am talking about? HAHAHA)?

Every Beginning Has An Ending, And Every Ending Is A New Beginning

It feels like yesterday that I came to SKTJ for the first time to report duty, [click] and today, I’m already in somewhere else, leaving the school.

It had been what….? 1 year and 9 months?  Not even two years and I had to leave. I honestly didn’t see this coming. I mean, it was too soon. I was planning to apply for EG-Tukar for Pertukaran Sesi January 2012, but before I was able to do that, I was called by the JPNS in August, to consider this Pertukaran Negeri [click]. Okay, I’m not gonna talk about me going to Muar, instead, I’m gonna talk about me, leaving SKTJ.

A week before I left the school, I was always not in the mood. I felt so anxious about everything. About going to new school, about leaving the school, about having new friends, about teaching new students, about living far from family, even about being away from my cats, yeah, like I said, EVERYTHING. I actually didn’t want to tell my students that I was leaving because I knew, there would be questions, and I guess you guys know, questions that coming from kids are mostly hard to answer. But one week before UPSR, I felt like I had to tell my Year 6 kids that I am not gonna be there when the results come out. I wanted them to do the best during the examination. I wanted them to make me proud. I still do. That’s when the first tear dropped. I couldn’t control it, but I still wanted them to know that whatever they did to me, or whatever things that I said to them during class, it still wouldn’t break the love that I had for them.

Well, not just them, but all students in SKTJ, from pre-school kids until Year 6. From these seven classes, I taught four of them (Year 1, 4, 5 and 6) so I knew more than half of the students in this school. I know their backgrounds, their families, and some of them know my family too. It’s a small school, everybody knows everybody. We were like one big family. It didn’t take me long to get used to this school when I first arrived, coz they were very friendly. Besides, I was at own place, my town. What could be more comfortable rather than being at your own home?

I have a lot of bittersweet memories here. I bought my own first car when I was working here [click], I changed my single status to married [click], I threatened my GPK for my own benefit (no link to this point because this was a regular routine, and I think I WASN’T the only one who did that, haha), my first fight with the headmaster ([click] this was actually ‘sweet’ because I managed to stand for what I believe in front of him), my first fight with a parent because I taught his son a lesson for calling me ‘Babi’ [click], my SPP process ([click]now sudah sah dalam perkhidmatan yaw! Thanks KakGee). This is only a few. I’m too lazy to dig back all the entries. Ah.. Memories!

Last Friday, when we had Majlis Khatam Al-Quran dan Jamuan Raya, they actually gave me a chance to deliver a speech. A farewell speech. I was quite shocked when KakMimi (the MC) suddenly called out my name. At first I didn’t want to because the truth, I knew I would cry. Again. But since everybody was looking at me, seeing those eyes of the students, I surrendered.

Then……….. As expected, it was a very short speech, with ‘looooooong emotional’ pauses. I abruptly finished the speech and walked out of the hall, to the ladies room. God, only He knew how I felt.

Some of the pictures taken on my last day in SKTJ. Credits to KakShimah.

My Year 4 kids..

My Year 5 kids..

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So sweeeett.... :'-)

From one of my Year 5 kids.. I'll miss you too..

The presents I got from the students.. Thank you all. Price doesn't matter, it's the thoughts that counts.

my sayangs... in 10 years, i might forget your name, but i'll keep this moment close to my heart. :'-)

I won’t forget this school. Though it’s less than two years being at this school, I think I have learnt a lot, improved myself a lot. I can’t really list down what are the things that have been improved but, I would say, I am proud of myself. I now know things better, know people better, and appreciate both of them better. And I think, even it’s not much, all the things that we’ve been through together in SKTJ, helps to make me a better person.

Thank you SKTJ.

Let’s Do Some Catchin-Up #20

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For this Catchin-Up series, I try to make it less wordy, and more pictures.

#1. Stuff I did..

Spent time in Muar with hubby, and these 'budak keciks'.

Budak keciks were about to send to the vet. Kena kurung. ;-p

Renew roadtax..

Went to Majlis Sambutan Hari Raya at my village. Haha

Darling and Aneeq were also there.

Darling seronok dapat duit rayaaa! Sape bagi? Ketua kampung aka beloved Atuk! Hehe

Went to Midvalley to celebrate Ayu's birthday at Amarin Heavenly Thai.

Mahfodz, the birthday girl Ayu, darling girlfriend Mdm Teh, and I.

That Red Velvet Cake!

Sooooooo rich!! Yummmy!

Brought my sudent, Syafiqah to SK Seri Makmur for Story-Telling Competition.

Even though she didn't win, but she did great on the stage. Congratulations.

Owh, met a friend. His name is Syahrul.

On the other hand, my other student, Thalith was the champion for Public Speaking Competition in SK Seri Mawar. Congratulations! Glad that I contributed something to the school. 🙂

#2. Stuff I bought…

Bought a headphone. PINK rules.

Also bought these two novels by Madeline Wickham. Currently reading #SleepingArrangement

Again, spent some money on these accessories..

Bought new bedsheet. English style la kunun.

This Charles & Keith stuff for mom's birthday (that I actually forgot!)

#3. Stuff I got..

Raya card from Eqa

Raya card from husband..

Surat Pengesahan Dalam Perkhidmatan. Yeay me!

Surat Pertukaran Antara Negeri. Yeay me too!

Farewell present, from girlfriend, Mdm.Teh.

Farewell present from the kids at school.. 🙂

That’s all. Thank you. *graceful bow*

God, Please Make This Easier..

2011, it’s my second year of teaching UPSR kids, but unlike last year, I wonder why I’m not feeling anything this year. I still remembered last year, when I was nervous like hell, I was busy asking my friends if they have any clues what might come out, and I was worried the whole day of English paper (Thursday, the last paper), and etc. Yet, this year, I was calmer and more relaxed. No no. I’m not saying I’m getting better at it, or they are smarter students than last year, so then I don’t have to worry, no. Nothing like that. It’s just that… I don’t know. It feels like I can’t wait for all of this to be over. I want time to fly faster…. Faster until…

Okay, let’s just be frank and straight forward. I think, the major reason of all this ‘feelingless’ is…. this.

The letter that I received when I was called to JPNS, Shah Alam on last 25th August.

I know I should be happy. That’s what I wanted since I got married. I applied for this transfer in June. When it didn’t succeed, I was called back by JPNS two months after to consider this offer. It was almost like ‘bulan jatuh ke riba’ right? It was just that, I didn’t expect it was too soon.

Okay, actually, that’s not the part that got me worried.

Definitely, I’m not gonna be sent to Muar, where my husband is. Now, that’s the worst part.

I was explained by the officers that some of the districts which are not going to accept more teachers are, MUAR, Batu Pahat, Segamat, and Pontian. These districts are strictly not included in the offer. They are seriously full, overloaded even. So, the only choices that I have are, JB, Mersing, Pasir Gudang. I’m not sure about Kluang. The living cost in JB is ridiculously high, and Mersing? Nothing wrong with Mersing, it’s just that too far from Muar. I haven’t given enough thoughts on Pasir Gudang or Kluang tho. It’s too headache.

So, I’ve talked, discussed, consulted with my husband, my family, my friends, and my beloved KakGee the school clerk, they all advised me to accept the offer. They said, at least, I’m already in Johor, doesn’t matter what districts I’ll be sent to. If I reject the offer, I have to apply through EG-Tukar and only God knows how long that is going to take me out of Selangor. So… Okay, I accepted the offer. At the same time, I would ask my husband to get help from anyone that can help out my situation.

So, days passed by, and what I can conclude now, I might not be getting into Muar, because there are simply no place for me. People are trying to help (thanks to all of you, you know who you are 🙂 ), calling here and there, but so far, no luck yet.

The official letter that’ll be informing me which district and school I’ll be sent to, might be received less than two weeks from now. So, till then, I have to live in uncertainties, which is not fun at all.

Right now, my situation is, I am leaving Selangor. I am leaving Sabak Bernam and I am leaving SK Tebok Jawa. That is pretty much confirmed. I just don’t know where I’m leaving for. I mean, I know I’m going to Johor, but Johor is a big state. Where, specifically? If I end up in Mersing or JB, or Pasir Gudang or Kluang, I still have to live alone without my husband. Worse, I have no family there. T__T

Despite all this worried, emotional ramblings, I know, I am making the right decision. It’s just that, to get to the last check-point of this right decision (settling down with my husband), maybe there is no straight path.

Haih. I’m so distracted by this.
In my case, I guess that beats UPSR fever this year.

p/s- I wish the best of luck to my Year 6 kids. You’re my final project in SKTJ, so make me proud. :’-)