CERITA TENTANG

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

21 August 2014

Assalamualaikum...

Fuyyoo! Dekat dua tahun dah tak masuk blog ni. Tengoklah entri yang akhir. Masa mula-mula kahwin. Sekarang? Our little precious is already one! Yeay!

Yup, almost two years running an errand as a wife and a mother. Even though, my dream to become a full time housewife is not coming true.. yet. Maybe one day after we won a 100million lottery... ahaks...

I have nothing much to say for now, as I am in the middle of the class... no, not as a teacher, but a student myself...and again, no...I am not furthering my study for Masters Degree... yet.. I am in PROELT class... which is only English teacher understands... miahahaha... ambil kesempatan boleh online trainer suruh jawab survey tadi...

Nanti ada waktu kesempatan lagi, saya ceritalah apa yang berlaku dua tahun ni...Hari ni, let me introduce my one year old precious gem.. Nur Syauqina Amani binti Khairul Imran.