Daisypath Friendship tickers

Daisypath Friendship tickers

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

Daisypath Anniversary tickers

Daisypath Anniversary tickers

01 September 2011

1432H.

Salam...

Cubaan untuk tidak bermelankolia tetapi jemari ini macam gagah nak taip ayat-ayat simbolik saja. Penat oi..

Apa-apa pun, masih dalam cubaan. Apa yang dijangka tetapi tidak mahu terjadi, akhirnya terjadi. You get what you ask, orang putih kata. Padan muka. Makanya, raya tahun ini telah menjadi loser terhebat. Hah!

Duduk terperuk di sudut yang tak nak orang nampak tapi duduk sana pun orang boleh nampak apa cerita? Lepas tu berpusu-pusu soalan dituju yang jawapannya sudah pun diskripkan dalam kepala. Ikhlas tak ikhlas jawapan tu, entahlah. Tuhan saja yang tahu. Tuan punya badan pun tak pasti. Senyum tu senyum. Ketawa memang ketawa tetapi jamin ke jujur?

Haih.. entah entah... seriously I feel like a loser...Not the raya but me... Saya yang menjadikan raya tahun ini tidak bagus. Sambutan raya sama saja tahun ini...


Salam.
Peace.
diceritakan oleh tepat

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