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The teacher who knows it all..
..or so it seems.
Maybe because she is single, a teacher, and managed to get master’s degree.
Yeah, the teacher who knows it all,
made us do notes and present them instead of her really teaching,
thinks that her answer scheme is supreme over all those books which have points we wrote,
made us copy corrections for tests (which is a perpetual waste of time when it can be photocopied),
was unable to finish the syllabus before our trial paper,
then scolds us for not being able to perform well.
The following two separate incidents which took place during Geography (Manusia) class.
Incident 1 (few weeks before)
Halfway while my teacher was elaborating on a point, she asked, “Mana tapak pelupusan sampah di Kluang?”
Someone answered, “Dekat Jalan Mersing ada satu…”
And thereafter, a few of them where “excitingly” responding.
I turned to my friend beside, Bao Ching, who was just hearing them talk.
I asked her in a mixture of both Mandarin and English, “Eh, what if hor, we simply make up a taman that doesn’t exist in Kluang, see whether she knows a not…”
She laughed. After having 13 months of lessons with my teacher, who wouldn’t?
“Faster… what taman?” I asked while trying to hold back my laughter.
“Um.. Taman Sentosa? Got a not?” Bao Ching asked.
I turned to another friend, Ann Ting, and asked, “Kluang got Taman Sentosa a not?”
“Taman Sentosa not in JB meh?” she answered, puzzled.
The next thing was…
“Cikgu, dekat Taman Sentosa ade satu!” I quickly told my teacher.
“Cikgu tau mane Taman Sentosa tak?” Bao Ching cheeky asked.
The teacher responded, “Hmm… Taman Sentosa… Yang dekat Lian Seng kan?”
And the two of them burst with laughter!
While I, did laugh, but also tried to hold back for laughing, simply because, I was having eye contact with her.
So I just said, “Ya.. dekat situ..”
Teacher thought for a second, and then said, “Kluang mane ade Taman Sentosa?”
I quickly looked at my book, and laughed quietly. And the other two of them continued laughing their heads off.
Conclusion: I couldn’t believe that she fell for it, thinking that she knows it all. I mean, kalau tak tau, cakap je la, tak tau.. Tak kan yang tu pun nak belagak.. Entah belagak pe pun..
Incident 2 (yesterday)
Note that all I said to the teacher was in a moderate tone, a bit serious, a bit jokingly.
She came into class, asked us to take out our Kelantan Trial Paper. Somehow, it came to the topic of a soon to come movie, 2012.
She said, “Mereka percaya 2012 ialah tahun di mana semua benda kat dunia akan musnah. Dekat Bible kata, 2012 ialah hari terakhir di dunia…”
Immediately, I said, “Cikgu, Bible tak kata tu la.. Mane ade Bible kata tu?”
She went on, “Ya, Bible kata…”
My Catholic friend, Tian Ru, asked, “Bible mane woh?”
“Bible mane? Bible ade satu sahaja..” teacher replied.
I can’t exactly remember what she was saying, but she went on and on that the Bible really said that..
I just said, “Cikgu, itu ajaran sesat la.. Bible memang tak kata macam tu.. Cikgu tak tau jangan cakap la..”
But she still WOULD’NT stop!
She said, “Ada orang yang mengkaji dan menyatakan bahawa Bible kata.. Mereka sudah buat kajian… (and a whole lot more of things)”
I was feeling so URGHHHH!
I said, “Cikgu, cikgu buktikan kepada saya la, mane dalam Bible ada.. Kalau cigku dapat buktikan, then saya percaya la.”
She continued on…
“Mereka pun percaya siapa yang baik akan hidup dan yang jahat akan mati. Bible kata, yang baik akan hidup di paradise…”
Obviously she ignored me.. cos like hello, I was talking so loud..
And like oh, she talks as if she’s a Christian who knows oh-so-much about the Bible!
After her last sentence, I was totally lost for words. Beyond my wildest imagination, she can just be so thick skin and keep on proving herself right, despite countless disagreements. I waited for her to even question if I’m a Christian, to be able to say that she’s wrong. But she didn’t.
I turned to my friends (they were looking at me all since I started defending) and in a shaky voice in Mandarin, said,
“Teacher don’t know then don’t simply say la. If its your religion, you also won’t like it what..”
They nodded and we started work.
Conclusion: With all due respect to her as a teacher, I do expect her to at least show some COMMON SENSE. People, whether teacher or not, should know that religion is a sensitive issue. You’re not of that religion, so at least be willing to learn more or correct your views about that religion. C’mon, just be open minded la!
I really really felt offended, I mean, it’s different from being offended when the offence is against me and when the offence is against my Creator, and the Bible, the very book where my faith is founded upon.
I was so tempted to make my way to the staff room after her period, confront her face to face, tell her nicely that what she said was wrong, and maybe, demand an apology from her to the whole class.
Yeah, I can go to that extreme. Hahha. But well, within me, I felt that I needed to seek a second opinion on this, ‘cos I am bad at drawing the line between a teacher and a student. So I went searching for Miss Chang! Hahha.
She told me that I was wrong in challenging the teacher (asking her for bukti) and that if I want to really correct her, do it the next day, saying that I went home and checked it out. She advised me not to attack the person, but state what the Bible truly says.
Came home, told my parents. Dad said to leave it, I’ve done my part in speaking out.
At first I felt reluctant to leave it. But thinking of it, I will, no matter how much I don’t want to.
Exams are coming, let’s work in peace, for peace.
Btw, I checked it out online about this 2012 thingy:
2012 Film
2012 Phenomenon
And I don’t know where she got the idea that it can from the Bible, cos her facts are really out!
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I’m going to erupt soon with sarcasm if I’m going to receive any more SMS like this! Or, any like these:
“I’m ….. , that cute boy who asked for your number.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Why do you take so long to reply?”
“Why is it so hard to see you in school?”
Imagine, two weeks of this!
Honestly, I’m frustrated, tired and sick!
Calls, SMSes, and even worst, unknown SMSes.
URGH!
Somemore so CINA!
And I hate it when I find myself feeling bad/sorry for them!
URGH URGH URGH!
Power of the alphabet F.
Like…
Friend.
Foe.
Forgive.
Forget.
Find.
Found.
Fountain.
Flower.
Farm.
Fame.
Fat.
Fierce.
Four letter word.
Five letter word.
And.
Factors.
Question: Is it a fact that faktor has elements of a crude word, and therefore has potential to be a crude word? And also can be sold as crude oil?
Crude enough?
(Crude has three different meanings.)
For the orientation week ahead…
I hope all the crap we do won’t be spoiled by her, who did not even lift a finger.
BAMBUTAN HER.
BOOM! *glass shatters*
When close, there were times we squealed with joy. But I just don’t know why, I exploded today.
I even shouted at her in front of them.
Was and am so mad at her.
I’ve had enough.
Her words seemingly amusing, has been hurled with insults.
Hey, I have pride too, you know.
Why must you embarrass me?
Aren’t you supposed to protect your friend, after knowing me well enough?
I can’t seem to get you.
Why do you do keep proving me wrong, as if you know them all?
C’mon. I have my own views, and they’re not as wrong as yours.
Respect what I have to say and don’t keep jumping into conclusions?
Irritated. Irritated.
And yet, I have to see you everyday.
Almost.
URGH.
Why can’t you just get out of my sight?
the problem with me.
The three of us walked towards the school gate.
The teacher on duty and the guard were standing there.
From a distance, the teacher asked,
“Awak tinggal kat mane?”
My friend and I answered at the same time.
She said,
“Lian Seng.”
And I said,
“Kluang.”
My voice drowned my friend’s voice.
The guard laughed out loud (literally).
The teacher’s face changed.
“Sini!”
We stood in front of him.
He looked straight into my eyes.
“Cikgu tanye betol-betol ni, tapi masih bleh jawab macam ni. Tak bleh jawab baik-baik skit eh?”
“Masih bleh ketawa?!”
I did not realise that I was still smiling. For whatever reason.
Quickly put off my smile.
“Jangan ingat dah tingkatan enam dah jadi pandai eh.”
“Pukul brape datang sekolah?”
Silence.
“Esok saye tak nak tengok kamu semua lambat lagi.”
Off we went.
Felt really terrible, not only because I realised that I said something in utter disrespect right after saying it, but also for involving my friends.
Apologised to them before reaching the prefects.
Names were jotted down.
And of all days, that day they caught all the late comers.
Encik Halim and Encik Sofian were hanging around the stage.
Late comers were gathered there.
We walked towards them.
I felt ashamed. Encik Halim is Dad’s ex-colleague.
Looked at watch, it was 7.30 am.
I thought to myself, I’m not that late.
But I had to admit that I was still late anyway.
Waited a little, then principal gave us a lecture.
At 7.50 am, Encik Sofian gave us five minutes to pick up ten pieces of rubbish around the canteen.
Put bags down.
Started. Ended.
No one reached ten. The most was five.
Went back to stage to get my bag.
Encik Sofian was standing there, and he asked jokingly,
“Nangis eh?”
“Ye cikgu. *fake sobs* Insaf.”
“Insaf? Insaf?! You insaf? Hah! Saye pun mau ketawa ah!”
Smiled at him, headed to class.
In actual fact, I really was insaf.
But I guess no one in school would expect me to feel that way.
Entered class, it was MUET period.
After telling why we were late, Miss Chang asked where X was.
“He went to the Disipline Room.”
“Why?”
“Because of his hair.”
“Because of his size.”
And the class roared with laughter.
Miss Chang tried to hold back her laughter.
She was smiling all the way through and asked,
“Tien Hui, what’s wrong with his size?”
“Nothing.”
I said it out because the thought of him being caught for his size was funny.
But I knew I said something terrible, again.
Sigh. Just when I told myself not long ago to shut up.
Miss Chang asked us to draw something on a blank sheet of paper.
Something that represent us.
I drew a nail.
Nails are usually used for joining things together.
Like when you build a house, you’ll need nails to build it.
And that house that you build, can be used for two reasons,
either for something good or for something bad.
Nails remind myself that I have a choice to choose,
whether to do/say something good or bad.
Sometimes each nail you hammer, and hammer and hammer, hurts people deeply.
Sometimes when you accidentally hammer your finger, it causes you yourself to hurt at the same time.
If you pick up a nail of insult, its impact can be deep.
If you pick up a nail of encouragement, its impact can be deep.
However, I failed.
To choose the latter.
I don’t know
How come small little incidents can affect me so much.
Like make me feel so baaadddd and terrrrriiiiibbbblllleeeeeee.
Especially if it is my fault but not exactly my fault.
Urgh.
I know what’s done is done, but why do I tend to worry so much? Of what the other party would think?
Right now I feel terrible terrible terrible.
But I’m trying not to?
URGH.
Kopi! Kopi! You cheetahs!!
A role of every student, as everyone knows, is to study.
But what is a student’s role when they see things not supposed to be happening… happening?
Follow the trend of wrong doing?
Report to the teachers?
Advise their friends?
Here’s some of what John and Xue Qi wrote on their blogs:
“My classmates have been cheating and copying answers here and there, some went to the toilet to meet up and exchange answers. It makes me angry. And I admit, I nearly wanted to cheat. But I did not. It makes me angry, it irritates me, it’s even sickening when the person pass and here you are mourning over your results.”
“I think, you guys should stop cheating!
^$#@(*@&#*&@*#@
*AKU DAN JIRANKU TAK BOLEH LIAO. IT’S JUST GERAK GEMPUR. WHAT HAPPENED? IT’S JUST MARKS!! GOSH!* ”
Now, for some case study.
Case 1:
F is 18 years old. He has been copying during exams since he was 16. Copying for him has become such a norm until his face does not show guilt when he copies. During SPM, he even tried to copy. He almost succeeded, until the invigilator caught him bringing notes inside the hall. That was his first warning.
Still, he managed to enter to Form 6. After the first Form 6 test, news about him copying during the test was spread everywhere by students of his class. They of course, saw it unfair and wrong for such doing. Now all the Form 6 teachers know that he copies.
When it was closer to the final year exam, the teachers warned the students against copying time and time again. Yet, when the final year exam was going on for two weeks, F had his ways of copying. This time, not only F, but a few of his friends too copied.
All the teachers knew who copies. They had two weeks to gather a least one proof that F copies. Today, after the final year exam, F still is free to go around, copying.
Case 2:
E is 17 years old. He has never copied before during exams. He knows that copying is wrong. SPM trials were around the corner. He tried his best to stuff in as much knowledge he cans into his brains.
As almost every student does, E worried a whole lot. Whether he was going to be able to finish all his studying in time, whether he’ll be able to answer all the questions well, and whether he’ll get a good satisfying results at the end. When E talked to people, all he seemed to talk was about studies. It just seemed as if studies were the only thing on his mind.
SPM trials have started. It was Additional Mathematics paper that day. E’s favorite subject. As usual, E would keep working on those math’s problems from the time they started until the last minute of the exam. This time, it was different. Halfway through, E was disturbed by his friend, J, sited behind him.
J asked him how to solve number one. It was a linear equation. How was E supposed to tell J how to solve it? So E decided to leave him alone. But unfortunately, J doesn’t give up easily. J kept pushing E’s chair with his leg, begging E to pass him E’s answer sheets.
E couldn’t stand J anymore. It was not only disturbing him, but also irritating him, no matter how many times he told J to stop. E could not inform the teacher because she would not care less either. In the end, as the last resort, E gave most of his answer sheets to J.
Other cases:
G takes out his thick Physics reference book (combination of Form 4 and Form 5), puts it on his table and starts copying. The teacher, who was getting ready to get out of the class, saw it. Period.
L sits right behind in class. He passes his answer sheet to his friend. But guess where it lands up? Right in front.
When I heard and encounter of such cases, it comes to my mind:
1. What are the teachers doing?
2. What is the principal doing?
3. What can students who see do?
4. What’s happening to schools?
Here’s my thought:
1. What are teachers doing?
Turning a blind eye to a wrong doing? Because they do not want too much hassle?
Simply getting a nice pay with a half day job and with lots of holidays?
And forgetting what it means to educate a child holistically?
2. What is the principal doing?
Sitting in his nice comfortable air-conditioned office everyday?
Asking school teachers to sit outside the classroom to invigilate? I mean, sit outside the classroom?
Talking crap during assemblies? Asking if they miss school? Continue talking about perpaduan kaum? And not warning and lectures on misbehaves of the two boys standing in front of the whole assembly?
3. What can students who see do?
Report to the teacher?
Endanger your life? No one will hang out with you? A goodie guy as a nickname?
4. What’s happening to schools?
Like Trojan eating up your computer?
Urgh.
There’s so much to blame on the school.
I just can’t stand it. (yes, go get me a chair)
It irritates me like crazy!
How can principles to start with, be such useless leaders of the school?
I mean, it’s half a year in that school. And I have not even, for once seen the principal just taking a walk round the school! The only time I got close to the principal was when I was upstage for MPPPU installation. That’s it. C’mon. Where’s that personal interaction with your students?
Okay. I use to hate it when Pn Tan kept coming to my class last year. Complaining about every single thing in my class. From the noise we make to the speck of dust on the windows. But, isn’t that the way? At least I know that my principal CARES.
And if cheating comes to the knowledge of Pn Tan, it would mean that the whole school would know what happened from A to Z. Lectures, warnings would be given. Not only by the principal, but by every other teacher who stands in front and leads assembly (we have assembly every morning).
Everyday the same lecture by different sources for two weeks before it cools down. If the culprit is in your class, thanks to her. Lectures would be every period in one same day. Class teacher would even purposely come to class and shoot us.
Teachers get punishment when we have our exams in my current school. They have to sit outside. How can they watch the students when they’re sitting outside? They can even start talking with the teacher from the next class outside. And then blame that students copy. Oh yeah. Maybe if they didn’t talk so much, they would be able to stop them from copying.
I really hate it when teachers blame the students 200% for copying. Yes, it’s part of the student’s fault. But as a teacher, you’re supposed to prevent it from happening! And by the way, when you talk, it not only gives a chance for them to copy, but you’re disturbing the rest of the students sitting for exams!
If I get low marks, can I please blame you for disturbing me? Oh, you righteous teacher?!
A student, H, was caught for bringing his handphone during exams. Teacher caught H even though he was sited at the next class (in the exam hall). Great achievement, teacher! But the thing is, H also copies. Oh, it’s a real wonder that you caught H for bringing his phone and not copying! I truly am… amazed!
“Doing the right thing will always cause you something.
So what can I do?
Report to teacher? I would love to, so that they can get a piece of what’s coming.”
Can a student tell a teacher that so and so copied?
Should we give grace to cheaters? A second chance?
Do we dare to tell, knowing what can happen to us if we do?
And, can a teacher be trusted?
I mean, even when the teachers knew, the copying still when on. Without the cheaters been caught in action. I tell you; those cheaters must be so so so so damn skillful!
Yes. I can keep going on and on. Save that for next time okay?
I’m just trying to get this off my chest.
I’m so damn fed up with the school.
“Why do you go to school?”
A frequent question people ask.
It seems to be that all replies to that question are the same,
“To study.”
And maybe that’s something called: Textbook answer.
Korkor believes that we go to school because we have money. True enough?
Yeah. Very true indeed.
Aside from that, is there any other reason?
I mean, do we go to school
to get frustrated with our classmates?
to become disappointed with our teachers?
to curse the whole education system?
How can our reason of going to school be: to study?
When principals do not stress on what’s necessary?
When the teacher’s don’t enter class?
When textbooks are undependable?
When all the A’s are because students study at home themselves?
And therefore to satisfy myself, let me echo my Dad:
When there’s a strict and displined head, everything would have to be strict and orderly.
Yeah. Feel free to voice out.
Some things, I just find them…
…IRRITATING!!!!
I hate hate hate forwarded mails which ends with:
“If you love God, the send this to 500000 people.”
” If you want a miracle send this to 193759505 people.”
Isn’t it just like saying:
“If I kick your butt, maybe God will love me more.”
How can sending a forwarded mail make my day so prefect?
Or give me a miracle?
Like a free gift???!!
How will sending a forwarded mail show how much I love God?
ARGH.
Don’t ever send them to me!
I’ll shoot you down the hill and you’ll be tumbling down the hill like Jack and Jill. Then you’ll get up and you’ll be running for the rest of your life!
Muahahhahhahah
How could I be so “cha”?
Math Paper 1 was from 8.50 to 9.05 a.m.
On the blackboard, it was written the biggest among the other two, Recess 9.10 – 9.30 a.m. and Math Paper 2, 9.40 – 12.15 p.m.
But yet… I tersilap nampak and thought that Paper 1 would end at 9.30 a.m. Thinking that I have so much time left, I did it slowly. Only at 9 a.m. I discovered that I have 5 minutes left.
Argh. I tried not to panic. And I simply shaded around 5 questions that I did not know how to do.
This is how I ended my SPM trials.
Hooray for me!*ish*
