Its the weekend. Yes, welcome to Johore, where Friday and Saturday are our weekends and we work on Sunday. (Don’t worry, 12 months and I’m still not use to it). I am in the midst of doing my weekly lesson plan, but I thought of clearning my some space in my brain by telling you something that happened this week….
See I am the class teacher of the weakest class in form 2. Now unlike every other class, this particular class is special. Almost 95% of them are the ones I taught last year. 70% of them, I taught for 8 periods a week. (1 period is 30 mins. That means, a total 240 mins per week). Because they know me so well, the “first impression” doesn’t work on them. That means every time I have class with them, I will start perspiring, I will have an increase of heart-rate and I will have to ensure I am emotionally and mentally stable to face them. Now they’re not monsters. They’re sweethearts. But they are all 14 year olds, trying to find a place in this world. They’re confused. They’re struggliing. They are also loud. LOUD. VERY VERY LOUD.
It was two days ago, where we had our ko-kurikulum registration. I would love to tell you a miracle happened and everyone was obediently seated and listened to me. Nope. It was chaotic. It was a nightmare.
I had their name list prepared. I gave clear instructions. I wrote all the sports and clubs for them choose. In the beggining, it was smooth sailing. Halfway through the storm started. I had at least 8 students crowding around me. Two of them were playing football with a bottle. A group of students at the back almost got into a fight. At the same time I heard about 10 times…
“Cikgu!… Cikgu, saya nak masuk kelab komputer…” ….”Cikguuuu!! Saya nak sama dengan dia!”….. “Cikgu saya nak pergi tandas!!!!” …..”Cikgu,…. baju cikgu tak betul!!!”
I stood up and I wanted to scream at the top of my voice. But nothing came out. I had lost my voice. I ransacked my bag for my bottle. I had a little water left, about 50ml. Finished it and still I couldn’t find my voice. With a cracked voice, and teary eyes (because I was choking out of air), I said, “Saya kira sehingga 10, duduk tempat awak!”… Take note, counting always worked. The scrambled to their seats and I continued, “If I see anyone off their seat, I will find you and I will follow you back to your house today!”…Good thing about being a class teacher, you have their address and their parent’s number.
The class was quiet for about 5 mins. Well that was the longest.
Once I was done, I dismissed them. I sat down. I was exhausted. I was helpless. I said a silent pray,
“Lord, how am I to take care of them for the next 12 months, when I myself am in a mess..”
That was probably the worst day of the week. But hey, don’t worry, we have 50 more weeks to compare it with.
Why did I choose to tell you that? Because I am struggling. I want to record these struggles. It’s how I can grow with my struggles.
Anyway, here are my to-do task for the next two days:
- Complete Weekly Lesson Plan
- Complete Content for my Lesson Plans
- Complete my offer letter and contracts for my kids
- Design seating arrangement for my class
- Visit HARRIS for Sejarah reference book and more files
- Clean my room and the house
- Cook for the week
- Iron for the week
- Spend time with housemates
- Visit my happy place
Have a great weekend!