Salam.
Alhamdulillah. Seperti yang dijangka... eceh, yakin boleh tu... akhirnya kami lulus Kursus Induksi yang kami ikuti akhir tahun lalu. Cuma satu perkara yang terlintas dalam fikiran saya saat itu..
'Yeay, yeay! Dah boleh urus duit KWSP! Dah boleh kahwin...'
Padahal tak sedar diri, bukannya gedebuk *kesanbunyi* duit tu jatuh dengan segera ke ribaan. Hahaha.. Lepas tu, macamlah cukup sangat nak buat kerja kahwin. Berapa sen sangatlah... Tapi, sekurang-kurang terkurang sikit beban nak fikir cari duit lebih.. Alhamdulillah...
Dua-tiga hari ni, saya motivasikan diri supaya redha dan pasrah. Percaya dengan rezeki Tuhan. Alhamdulillah, DIA dah tunjuk pun. DIA makbulkan doa saya, Insya Allah. :)
Oh... hati saya sedikit tenang walaupun masih ada resah.. Terima kasih Ya Allah.
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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