I ALWAYS HAVE MYSELF TO BLAME

Dear students,

This years marks my fifth year teaching here and fifth formers now as as old as i am dwelling at and in this very school.So many bitter sweet memories went unrecorded.Yet,some of them remain intact as they at times encourage me to go on and on. I happened to audio-record a few events that mark our once achievement being here at this very school.I should take it as nothing but a mere coincidence.The maxim that two heads is always better holds true considering the dismay result of PMR candidates of 2011. Her departure was too costly that none aced for English.

Should i take her departure as a timing bomb and swiftly figure out means to overcome it,this year result would not be so cataclysmic like what we have now.I thought i realized it, but it was too late the leakage was possibly beyond repair given the low motivation the teachers as well as their in-charges had had at that time of moment. Thus,Only we are strongly advised to remain positive with whatever befalls us, aside from abiding by the principle that God did not create something for nothing. There must be reasons which we mortals should dig out to take lessons for further improvement of ourselves. I admit i myself ever remind student to memorize some inspiring lines 'it is so easy to cry and die, but to fight when hope is out of sight'..It is now high time for me look deep down inside to keep on track so that not to have derailed me from the right paths.

Though countless reasons bundled to me ranging from students' weak grasps of the language and school activities which are too overloaded, the fact remains and forever remains is no of them aced last year. And i have to be frank that i have always myself to blame.And i should say sorry for that,for jobs unwell-done.

Sir

CONGRATULATIONS!

Yesterday was the day for Sir Yus to tie the knot with his someone special. Barakalluhulakuma. May your marriage will be blessed forever.

:)

TOMORROW, TOMORROW AND TOMORROW

Dear students,

Imagine how dull this world is should tomorrow won't come. Nevertheless, tomorrow as depicted by arguably one of the greatest Englishmen, Shakespeare is a dull one for its repetitious, monotonous and colorless . Both are correct as it largely depends on our own ready-made or self-made philosophy of life and the way we view or ponder of something .To me, i sometimes am really looking forward for tomorrow if it involves things that we have long awaited for. Thus, so late it came we felt then. But, if it involves exams or anything related to deadlines and etc ..we usually feel it as fast as lightning. That is the fact we hardly ignore .

One thing for sure bound to happen tomorrow that invites anxiety as well as excitement is English paper for SPM. The subject that has never failed to haunt majority of students with the exception of the select few.It as past years put us teacher like a cat on hot bricks so nervous that we end up doing nothing but hoping for divine intervention considering the state of unreadiness of our in-charges. This is what i am feeling now. Only i feel more guilty than worried as i manage to have helped them so little though knowing fully well that they deserve to have better equipped with right weapons should this very teacher put much dedication and creativity in his teaching and learning process. One such irresponsible deed is the fact that only lately which is last a couple of days i managed to go through the whole four poems from which i think i benefited much more than the students from the beauty and gist of the poem. The one i like most is about the searching of Albino buffalo by a grandfather from whom the story was brilliantly relayed in a very thoughtful message that no matter how bad you experience, never let it put you down as what matters most to us is to live life gratefully. Everyone has his or her own sets of problems. The difference is the way we see the problems and deal with them for our self betterment and others' as well. The good news is it shed light about things that i should have never done to next year's batch. I don't think students would forgive me for my out-form performance if they come to acknowledge that. I do hope by jotting this down, it at least helps alleviate my burden of guilt that i have all-this-while been carrying everywhere to and fro.

For me, tomorrow's tomorrow is for real. It help beat my heart faster like never before.It comes in a beautiful package that serves me well to better comprehend what life is actually all about. Past is past and it is no longer in existence. Out of many, the most practical yet rewarding way to appreciate the past is to learn from it and most importantly to put in practice straight away upon graduating from any simple life's lessons.

Sir

A CLASS ACT FORM AN OLD MAN

Dear students,

Though i am not a die-hard fan of the turtle team, i have so far never missed watching the finals when it involved the turtles, the least via tube at home.Only lately after the qualifying rounds my mind could register the like of Marzuki, Shaari and Manaf who were instrumental in helping Terengganu reaching the most anticipated finale. The turtle in the just concluded game had skills, speed, airy advantages and everything except mental strength and experience like what Nogri possessed with its Shukor Adam ,Misbah, Aidil and not to forget Hairuddin Omar whose brilliant shot put us in a state of disbelief for a few seconds. Don't blame the Setiu guy as the most- sought-after goal was his best revenge to Che Mat Jusoh and his comrades who once rejected Hai O's offer to don black-and-white jersey last a couple of years.No better revenge than success.He proved Che Mat's arrogant side wrong.

Tonite, not only Che Mat but the whole Penyu fanatics had to taste a bitter part of fate that Kelantanese fans tasted a few months back when the Turtles dragged the game to extra time with five seconds to spare before humbling the red warriors with a stunning goal. And seemingly Terengganu paid a hefty price for not learning from others' mistakes. A goal difference is nothing in football lest the final whistle was blown up.They say 'It ain't over till it's over'

I was speechless seeing the goal from Hai O, he deserved admiration or even man of the match for such a superb first timer. The shot if you wish can rival Zidane's best goal ever in history in the champion league final 2002. How wonderful?just ask Pak Cik google.No wonder, according to some friends, Zidane is Hai O's idol.His goal is decisive yet classy,it could not be better. All it took for such an amazing goal is timing and coolness. He has always had both. Hats off to Hai O, don't cry Sarbini. You should have learned the most tonight hopefully. To me, what matters most tonight is Hernandez hit the net again,apart from the Blues being humbled by the Gunners.

Got to 'pen off' as tomorrow is schooling day as usual.Hit the books now or you will have to taste far bitter yet lasting defeat than that of tonight.

Sir

LET US NOT STIFLE OUR STUDENTS' GREATEST GIFT - MIND

Dear students,

Elsewhere may be you are now.And of course to have a short visit at this blog is far from being your must-to-do thing possibly for its incomprehensible yet out of the world contents. It after all starts from our belief system. Too small the thing is no matter how gigantic it is if we train our mind to regard it otherwise. What makes me feel like writing now is due to the fact that writing itself is skill. Should we stop it though for a little while we will invariably be at a loss for words let alone ideas. This alone is enough to coerce me to hit the ever stuck keyboards to string words comprehensible and related to readers in some other ways.

I could feel a pang of guilty upon knowing how creative and innovative our students are if teachers applied novel approaches in teaching. Or the word teaching here is no longer applicable as she might have just activate students' cell brains so much so that they proved to work wonders. What actually had stimulated them to come up with such a lovely outputs. This according to an eminent columnist will be in oblivion once these indigenous students have to follow the so called exam oriented trends of education. Their creativity sparks shone at its best at such a tender age only after they become adult things have started swerving nowhere to cloud their mind and soul.

Sir

SUMMARIZING "RUMPELSTILTSKIN"

It is quite a happiness to have the sight of this on your desk after you’ve been away for almost a week for a course. What more can a teacher ask for after to see this passion, an evidence of the immense amount of hard work of googling, cutting, pasting, typing, writing, drawing etc. It’s like getting many self-made cards on your birthday or teacher’s day.

An A4 colored paper, a piece of paper containing all the important notes (synopsis, theme, moral values, characters etc) of the drama ‘Rumpelstiltskin’ and one week duration to produce a pamphlet of own preference (either publisherized or hand-made)are all what you need to allow them dwell in their own creativity of making literature notes for exam. Some complained on how there are too many words for them to ‘copy’ in the pamphlet, thus, what teacher could do is to remind them of how important is that their summarizing skills to be applied.

To appreciate what they’ve done, I’m planning to treat them with a very cute but cheap ‘Angry-Birds’ stuffs I’ve found in PSI. They’re going to love them, that’s a sure thing :D

ONE CAN WORTH MORE BECAUSE HE HAS FOUND HIS WAR

'Have you found your war?'

So asked the man, the author in his book. What an interesting quest to define one's worth through the kind of war he/she is in. War in itself to these generation is a negative connotation meant to be avoided. So many echoes 'War is not the answer'.but why is it that history proves it is always what people of the last centuries resorted to.

Since I'm not that capable enough to dwell on the many meanings of war, but undoubtedly this heart feel its hollowness without the feeling that both mind and body are fighting in a war. What war? it is really one's choice. Life will lose its exciting part if we choose to be in the comfort zone.

Despite the many obstacles, I really hope to be able to instill this mindset in my dear students that life is meant to be enjoyed through putting in a lot of effort to achieve something.. it's a war! and you have the autonomy to choose to be in whatever battle you want to be.

This PMR exam itself is a battle, not really in getting the best result, but the battle in putting in your best foot forward for the exam as only after hardship comes ease. I guess it can be paraphrased this way, "Ease comes with hardship or the other way round".

If you (PMR candidates of SMAS) happen to read this, I would like to wish you all the best in your exam! Think of all the many sacrifices made by your very Sir Yusri! and most importantly it is for no one but your own selff