Back Again!

Dear Friend,

If you wonder why I have been quiet for a week, it’s because this teacher was on break. That means I had a lot to share with you but it has nothing to do with teaching. One week break passed by like the speed of light. I remember counting days till I had that break, but now that it has passed, I forgot it even happened.

I have nothing much to share with you today. Just thought of telling you that I am back. The first month has been good in terms of teaching. Emotionally, though it wasn’t so good. But the fact is I sailed through. This is where I would give myself a pat and say, “Good Job Juan! You’re amazing!!” 🙂

So here are my tasks for the next 11 months


  1. Class Teacher
  2. PAJASK Teacher
  3. Head of APD room
  4. Kadet Remaja Sekolah Head
  5. Red House Assistant Head
  6. Cultural Club Teacher
  7. Kabaddi Club Teacher (Don’t ask. Apparently my skin colour speaks for its own rather than my voice) 😛

IPG (Institut Pendidikan Guru) – where I am currently completing my post-graduate diploma in education

  1. Practicum (FEB – APRIL)
  2. Bina Insan Guru (MAY)


  1. Artspire Initiative
  2. APD room Initiative
  3. Blog Initiative – Personal
  4. FAB

Well, that screams “no-life,” right? But I think I’m going to enjoy the next 10 months. Why? Because teaching is not a job. It is a vocation. It is a calling. Am I called? I don’t know, yet. But I do know, where ever I am now, I am exactly where I am meant to be and I want to explore this journey further.

Sukan Tara esok! Being the kiasu teacher I am, Red House is getting number one again, this year! 🙂


God You don’t need me
But somehow You want me
Oh how You love me
Somehow that frees me
To take my hands off of my life
And the way it should go
God You don’t need me
But somehow You want me
Oh how You love me
Somehow that frees me
To open my hands up
And give You control
I give You control


Beautifully broken

The thing about being a teacher, somedays you have it all under control. Your routine is flawless, your students actually listen and you were not given a pile of paper work to complete by tomorrow. When this happen, treasure it because they don’t happen that often.

The rest of the time, you don’t have it under control. Your projector refuse to work, you realize your student don’t know the meaning of “rules,” and your whole lesson plan falls apart and you suddenly have a ko-kurikulum list to type and hand in by tomorrow. Yes, you guessed it. This was today.

Somedays we feel like the world’s hero, when a student who never uttered an English word, speaks to you, “Teacher, I want to go toilet!” We feel like screaming and shouting out of joy. We feel like you can go through this journey again.

Somedays, we feel crushed. We feel there’s no point in teaching, because they are years behind. We lose it and scream at the class, “If you don’t sit down at your places, I will bring the discipline teacher in!” We hold our tears and rush to the toilet cubicle and cry in silence. At night we curl up into a ball, thinking of our life decision all over again.

Not only we have to deal with dramas in school, we also a personal life that needs attention. The worst days are the days where you’re hurting inside and you still walk in the class, put a smile on your face, and begin teaching. But in a way though, the hurt becomes less painful. It’s like treating it with a balm, when you choose the help, regardless of what’s happening  on the inside. That my friend, makes you beautifully broken.

Here’s to all teachers who still choose to discipline a rude child, wipe the tears of a crying child and teach with an innermost, admirable courage regardless of what they’re feeling on the inside.