Eight Week
It was the eight week of my practical. Things are stagnant to say the least, go to school, teach a class, stay at bilik guru and hang out with other teachers if they have some free time to ask for their advice, things are boring.
Sometimes, the GPK will ask for me to relief a class, I gladly do so, to be honest even though it is a small school, a lot of teachers asked me to relief his/her class, I don't mind at the slightest because it is better than to waste my life away in bilik guru.
In relief class, I usually tell a story with a moral value implemented in it so it will be a learning experience for the students even though it's just a relief class.
I taught year 3, I relief year 4 and year 5 classes, I thought the age difference will not be a big deal but it is, they are much more wilder and harder to control than my class, probably because they are not going to see me tomorrow but whatev.
Next week, the teachers said they will be some hari kanak-kanak on Thursday and Monday the following week, since it's my final week next week, I said I can make it to the Thursday one and not the Monday one.
I met the Guru Besar and had a solid conversation with him, we talked about experience and how do I continue my studie all and all, it's pretty boring but still insightful.
I don't know what more to write, I'm not really a writer nor do I have extremely good memory, I just live in the moment, I don't cling on to the past, which made me found the flaw in this blog, yeah, good experience, good memory in practicum but really, it's just a memory, nothing less nothing more, we can only learn from memory, we can't relive our memory, we can only live on our present, Muaz out.
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