Salam
Cuti seminggu sudah masuk hari yang ke-7. Berbaki 2 hari. Bosan yang teramat sangat sampai saya bergaduh dengan cik lappy. Kasihan cik lappy. Dia penat sebab kena melayan tuannya hampir 24 jam sehari. Memang patut kalau cik lappy nak mogok.
Saya tak ada cerita. Bosan sahaja. Rasa nak menulis. Bosan dan sedih. Dan marah. Dan sakit jiwa. Petang-petang macam ni kalau Keningau ada taman bunga yang luas ke, taman tasik macam di Shah Alam kan seronok.. Boleh lepas tension dengan menikmati keindahan alam. Huh!
Tapi hari ini, dengar orang gelak pun saya rasa nak mengamuk. Bau mee goreng pun saya rasa macam tak sedap. Dengar kasut budak yang bunyi-bunyi tu pun saya rasa macam nak sekeh kepala mak bapak budak tu.
Cukuplah saya mengamuk dekat cik lappy sahaja. Kalaulah Keningau ni ada tempat seronok untuk melepaskan tekanan... haih~
Salam
Peace
Frank McCourt : Teacher Man
Instead of teaching, I told stories. Anything to keep them quiet and in their seats. They thought I was teaching. I thought I was teaching. I was learning. And you called yourself a teacher? I didn't call myself anything. I was more than a teacher. And less. In the high school classroom you are a drill sergeant, a rabbi, a shoulder to cry on, a disciplinarian, a singer, a low-lever scholar, a clerk, a referee, a clown, a counselor, a dress-code enforcer, a conductor, an apologist, a philosopher, a collaborator, a tap dancer, a politician, a therapist, a fool, a traffic cop, a priest, a mother-father-brother-sister-uncle-aunt, a bookkeeper, a critic, a psychologist, the last straw. - Frank McCourt: Teacher Man


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