Salam.
Baru seminggu bekerja, ada lagi cuti bukan hujung minggu. Esok cuti lagi. Sempena 12RabiulAwal yang jatuh pada hari ini.
*Salam Maulud Nabi*
Bukan tak suka cuti, cuma baru sahaja membosankan diri selama seminggu, tambah lagi esok. Mujur juga budak-budak ni nak buat latihan bola jaring, jadi boleh lah keluar menjenguk sebentar. Hari ni pun mujur KakFizah ajak ke rumah kawan dia, masak-masak, makan-makan dan borak-borak.
Mujur juga saya jumpa laman web baru yang sangat awesome! Hilanglah sikit bosan. Balik-balik sekarang ni dok skrol ke laman sebelumnya untuk mengikuti hal-hal yang kononnya kool.
Okeylah, saja nak menaip sebab dah lama tak menaip asyik skrol saja. Ahaks.
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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