last friday morning i passed by a primary school in sentul. 730am sharp.
my car stopped at the traffic light just besides the school. from a far, i saw 3 teachers walking from teachers' lounge (i assume) to their respective classes, holding "buku persediaan mengajar" (i can tell).
i wonder,
how am i doing now if i were a teacher?
to see those young teachers remind me of my practicum. how i hate teaching. how i wish hard not to be a teacher. how cruel i was when i taught my students half-heartedly.
yet, i miss those moments.
i swore not to be a teacher. but i ended up being one altho not in school.
***scary bdk2 sekolah sekarang pukul cikgu.
3 comments:
agreed wif u!. but dont really hate it b'cos u never know. wat u gonna be next day. i dont like it, but now i'm teaching!
u are? primary or secondary?
kak long
try apply kat bank negara sebelum 15 nov tak salah aku
aku ada tgk kat dlm paper
cerah masa depan
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