CREATIVE WRITING TSLB 3252

 

Non-Fiction (Diary)

Dear Diary,

Things have been very tough lately. Battling with missing and home sick feelings, I try to shoo it away by making myself as busy as a bee. With keen prayers day and night, things flow with an ease. The weather is unpredictable today, the forecast predicts raining cats and dogs for the whole day, but the sun still maintains his anguish hot ray whether in the morning or evening. From here, I assume that God wants to remind me, humans predict and plan, but the Almighty God decides everything.

Today is my last day of school based experience in Sekolah Kebangsaan (P) Methodist (1) with Raihanah, my classmate.  If I were to describe my experience there, I have a fruitful and delightful experience; no exact amount of gold bar or mountain of diamonds could replace the knowledge except gaining it with the effort and the willingness.  Diary, this will be my last school based experience before I go for the practicum next semester. I am very satisfied and overjoyed because I made myself clear about those questions that I bombarded to myself regarding the implementation of Malaysian English Curriculum since my foundation year. I shall gleefully cheer to myself for the extra knowledge gained!

Meeting with professionals and heart-warming teachers, having spontaneous Question and Answer section with them about the implementation of CEFR and listening to their sincere opinion about the current curriculum, are an eye opener for me and Raihanah. I always bump onto the article about the gap between the policy makers and the implementers. Today, I found out, the gap does exist which causes problems in our education system. How ironic when the policy makers claimed the CEFR suits for Malaysian learners but in fact, most of the teachers who are the implementers show disagreement as pupils were having hard time to imagine and making connection to western culture such as Helloween celebration and many more. The teachers are stitched between balancing the requests and reprimands from school authority, pupils and parents.  From the forehead wrinkles to the smiling lines wrinkles; during day time, they hide the forehead wrinkles and turn it into a smiling line wrinkles in front of the pupils. Pure soul with unconditional love and passion in building children of the nation.

Besides academic discussion and findings at the school, I met a teacher who is the grandchild of Raja Muda of Kedah. At first, it was an extemporaneous chit chat about his experiences being a Math teacher and his life of a father to 5 children at the age of fifty, but unexpectedly, we jumped onto the historical storytelling slot. Having a seat beside him is such a fortuitous opportunity. He shared; Iskandariah palace is a haunted place and has invisible “guardians”. Not everyone can stay in the palace, including the Sultan and his wife. There was one time, when the highness Sultan and his wife slept at the bedroom; they woke up in another room. He proclaimed that the palace “guardians” recognize him that is why he can stay there without being interrupted by the paranormal entities.

His stories are full with amusement, up and down, adventurous and also have a dip of mysterious sense that spices up the story. It brings me back to the historical “ride” without having to visit the place live. As it is told straight from the horse’s mouth, and was written in the historical memo, rationally I do believe his story because Iskandariah palace is synonymized with “Adat Tabal Jin”.

Diary, I think that’s all for today’s entry. My fingers are with its eagerness and passionate to hit the keyboard but my eyes refuse to give its cooperation. I shall call it a day and see you again, diary.

 

 

 

Fiction (Short Story)

Opportunity

            That morning, the blazing sun strokes its heat on my head and the skin. I can feel my sweat glands and pores were screaming and shouting catastrophically underneath my blue mask as though the Armageddon is approaching, “Safe us !”.  The agony of wearing a mask was unbearable, but we had no choice because we are now fighting with the deadliest pandemic called, Covid-19. I walked down the school lane at a pacely rate, trying to control the sweat secretion dewing from my forehead. Stopping at the canteen compound, I took a seat while waiting for my friend, coming out from the loo.

            From afar, I watched a young and diligent janitor was sweeping dusts and dried leaves at the hallway. Sometimes, she wiped away her sweat and glaring at the sky, waiting for the Mother Nature to blow the chill wind. Without any hesitation, I greeted the young lady. I could see her hazelnut-brown iris with smiling wrinkles gathered around her diamond shaped eyes. She is a polite and humble in person, she used “Ma’am” to address me but I sensed a gap between both of us when she used the “M’ word.  “This is not right.” I monologue to myself, so I told her to address me by my name.

Meeting her was a blissful gift from Almighty God for me. She “taught” me something precious that day. I started the interview session by asking her name and some random cliché questions. From her accent, she is not a Malaysian Indian lady; she revealed she is from Punjab, India. But, the most shocking thing that she told me was, she is 22 years old, the same age as me. I was stunned, I am standing in front of her, as a teacher; but she is as a janitor. We are the same age, but disguised and fated with different life fates. At that moment, my curiosity pounded aggressively, wanting her to share what makes her migrate to Malaysia. She said, Punjab is a small place and the unemployment rate is very high there. Many graduates struggle to find job and the only escape is to move out from Punjab. Within a second, it flashed back my trip to special needs school three years ago. A girl, with drooling saliva at her mouth edge, was waiting for the assistant teacher to hold her hand to wipe away the drools. She only could say four words repetitively and she is the same age as me.

            The more I reflect I realized all this while, I portrayed myself in ungratefulness. God showed me how much I should be grateful with the opportunity being a future teacher. There are none of the thousands reasons that I can make it as an excuse for not being acceptance and grateful. Guaranteed with a job after I graduated, with a good amount of starting salary and able to think and move independently are more than enough. All I need to have is a grateful heart to furbish my life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poem

Migration Kid

I saw my friends read fluently,

But I crawled from word to word,

The books are my enemy,

But I don’t want to be a coward.

 

Every day is a nightmare for me,

I could only learn some,

Teacher, I lived in a nightmare,

But I am puzzled, from whom shall I seek for better knowledge.

 

Living as a migration never be my opt,

The moment I heard my name being called,

I felt nothing except embarrassment,

Is it fair to put the blame on an innocent child?

 

I want to be a doctor,  I want to be a leader,

Yesterday, I bumped onto an angel,

She smiled at me with the most welcoming smile,

I never felt so welcomed and eager,

To be a great reader and learner.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poem- Migration Kid

 Poem

Migration Kid

I saw my friends read fluently,

But I crawled from word to word,

The books are my enemy,

But I don’t want to be a coward.

 

Every day is a nightmare for me,

I could only learn some,

Teacher, I lived in a nightmare,

But I am puzzled, from whom shall I seek for better knowledge.

 

Living as a migration never be my opt,

The moment I heard my name being called,

I felt nothing except embarrassment,

Is it fair to put the blame on an innocent child?

 

I want to be a doctor,  I want to be a leader,

Yesterday, I bumped onto an angel,

She smiled at me with the most welcoming smile,

I never felt so welcomed and eager,

To be a great reader and learner.

 

 -Written By Hanis Syahirah-

2021

Opportunity (Short Story)

 Fiction (Short Story)

Opportunity

         That morning, the blazing sun strokes its heat on my head and the skin. I can feel my sweat glands and pores were screaming and shouting catastrophically underneath my blue mask as though the Armageddon is approaching, “Safe us !”.  The agony of wearing a mask was unbearable, but we had no choice because we are now fighting with the deadliest pandemic called, Covid-19. I walked down the school lane at a pacely rate, trying to control the sweat secretion dewing from my forehead. Stopping at the canteen compound, I took a seat while waiting for my friend, coming out from the loo.

         From afar, I watched a young and diligent janitor was sweeping dusts and dried leaves at the hallway. Sometimes, she wiped away her sweat and glaring at the sky, waiting for the Mother Nature to blow the chill wind. Without any hesitation, I greeted the young lady. I could see her hazelnut-brown iris with smiling wrinkles gathered around her diamond shaped eyes. She is a polite and humble in person, she used “Ma’am” to address me but I sensed a gap between both of us when she used the “M’ word.  “This is not right.” I monologue to myself, so I told her to address me by my name.

Meeting her was a blissful gift from Almighty God for me. She “taught” me something precious that day. I started the interview session by asking her name and some random cliché questions. From her accent, she is not a Malaysian Indian lady; she revealed she is from Punjab, India. But, the most shocking thing that she told me was, she is 22 years old, the same age as me. I was stunned, I am standing in front of her, as a teacher; but she is as a janitor. We are the same age, but disguised and fated with different life fates. At that moment, my curiosity pounded aggressively, wanting her to share what makes her migrate to Malaysia. She said, Punjab is a small place and the unemployment rate is very high there. Many graduates struggle to find job and the only escape is to move out from Punjab. Within a second, it flashed back my trip to special needs school three years ago. A girl, with drooling saliva at her mouth edge, was waiting for the assistant teacher to hold her hand to wipe away the drools. She only could say four words repetitively and she is the same age as me.

         The more I reflect I realized all this while, I portrayed myself in ungratefulness. God showed me how much I should be grateful for the opportunity being a future teacher. There are none of the thousands reasons that I can make it as an excuse for not being acceptance and grateful. Guaranteed with a job after I graduated, with a good amount of starting salary and able to think and move independently are more than enough. All I need to have is a grateful heart to furbish my life.

 

Last Day School Based Assessment Diary

 Creative Writing Assignment

Non-Fiction (Diary)

Dear Diary,

Things have been very tough lately. Battling with missing and homesick feelings, I try to shoo it away by making myself as busy as a bee. With keen prayers day and night, things flow with ease. The weather is unpredictable today, the forecast predicts raining cats and dogs for the whole day, but the sun still maintains his anguish hot ray whether in the morning or evening. From here, I assume that God wants to remind me, humans predict and plan, but the Almighty God decides everything.

Today is my last day of school based experience in Sekolah Kebangsaan (P) Methodist (1) with Raihanah, my classmate.  If I were to describe my experience there, I have a fruitful and delightful experience; no exact amount of gold bar or mountain of diamonds could replace the knowledge except gaining it with the effort and the willingness.  Diary, this will be my last school based experience before I go for the practicum next semester. I am very satisfied and overjoyed because I made myself clear about those questions that I bombarded to myself regarding the implementation of Malaysian English Curriculum since my foundation year. I shall gleefully cheer to myself for the extra knowledge gained!

Meeting with professionals and heart-warming teachers, having a spontaneous Question and Answer section with them about the implementation of CEFR and listening to their sincere opinion about the current curriculum, are an eye opener for me and Raihanah. I always bump onto the article about the gap between the policy makers and the implementers. Today, I found out, the gap does exist which causes problems in our education system. How ironic when the policy makers claimed the CEFR suits for Malaysian learners but in fact, most of the teachers who are the implementers show disagreement as pupils were having hard time to imagine and making connection to western culture such as Helloween celebration and many more. The teachers are stitched between balancing the requests and reprimands from school authority, pupils and parents.  From the forehead wrinkles to the smiling lines wrinkles; during day time, they hide the forehead wrinkles and turn it into smiling line wrinkles in front of the pupils. Pure soul with unconditional love and passion in building children of the nation.

Besides academic discussion and findings at the school, I met a teacher who is the grandchild of Raja Muda of Kedah. At first, it was an extemporaneous chit chat about his experiences being a Math teacher and his life of a father to 5 children at the age of fifty, but unexpectedly, we jumped onto the historical storytelling slot. Having a seat beside him is such a fortuitous opportunity. He shared; Iskandariah palace is a haunted place and has invisible “guardians”. Not everyone can stay in the palace, including the Sultan and his wife. There was one time, when the highness Sultan and his wife slept in the bedroom; they woke up in another room. He proclaimed that the palace “guardians” recognize him that is why he can stay there without being interrupted by the paranormal entities.

His stories are full with amusement, up and down, adventurous and also have a dip of mysterious sense that spices up the story. It brings me back to the historical “ride” without having to visit the place live. As it is told straight from the horse’s mouth, and was written in the historical memo, rationally I do believe his story because Iskandariah palace is synonymized with “Adat Tabal Jin”.

Diary, I think that’s all for today’s entry. My fingers are with its eagerness and passionate to hit the keyboard but my eyes refuse to give its cooperation. I shall call it a day and see you again, diary.

 

Kehidupan di IPG

Life in IPG or people know them as Institut Pendidikan Guru. Hari ni Syah bukan nak cerita my life in IPG, just want to share how's life in IPG. Alhamdulilah, untuk tahun ini, bulan 6, Syah akan menduduki peperiksaan. Well, as we are in MCO mode, so exam pun ditukarkan jadi online. Ada beberapa subjek pula tiada exam dan permarkahan sekadar diambil kira daripada assignment. Okay, nanti-nantilah cerita pasal tu.

Therefore, below are the topics that I am going to share with all of you since pengambilan bagi sesi baru dah bermulakan ? So you all yang dapat panggilan tawaran IPG tu tak adalah terkejut sangat jika apa yang diimpikan tidak sama dengan realiti.

1. Persediaan mental dan fizikal

2. Suasana dan persekitaran di IPG saya

3. Kemudahan

4. Perbezaan antara IPG-IPG di Malaysia. 

1. Mula-mula sekali, persediaan mental dan fizikal. Apa yang perlu awak tahu, IPG ni dia lain sikit dengan IPT sebab, kami dilatih untuk menjadi guru. Jadi, assignment dan life in IPG memang senang cakap akan buatkan awak berasa sangat hectic, mual dengan assignment, tak cukup rehat dan tidur. Buat masa ini, range bilangan assignment yang pernah saya dapat 24 till 27 (ia termasuk dengan academic writing, quiz, presentation dll.). Tapi jangan risau sebab kebaikannya, once awak dan masuk mengajar, you dah nampak bayangan kesibukan menjadi guru tu macam mana dan awak tak akan terkejut sangat. 

*By the way, dalam kesibukan itu, pastikan sangat-sangat awak kena bijak manage emosi, dan stress. KALAUUUU awak masuk IPG sebab tak rela, please sangat-sangat naturalkan mindset awak. Buat apa-apa cara untuk pujuk diri awak. Buatlah self-treat ke, pergi jalan-jalan ke, atau apa-apalah. Saya selitkkan sedikit cerita saya tak rela masuk IPG. At first, saya masuk IPG memang tak rela sebab parents. Tapi saya tak salahkan mereka. So selama 1 tahun setengah, saya struggle dengan emosi. And sebab saya terlampau banyak fikir dan hati tak boleh move on dengan ketidakrelaan itu, selama 1 tahun setengah tu jugalah saya ulang alik ke PPUM ( Pusat Perubatan Universiti Malaya). Yang heartbeat tak stabil lain, darah rendah lain, stress lain dan macam-macam.*

Jadi, kalau awak memang tak rela dan ada pilihan untuk menolak, nasihat saya, ikutlah apa yang awak rasa baik buat diri awak. Macam saya, setelah solah Istikharah, memang itulah petunjuk saya dapat. 3 atau 4 kali saya didatangi mimpi berkaitan IPG ni. So, nak tak nak, saya paksa diri saya juga.

2. Suasana dan persekitara di IPG saya. Okay, saya belajar di IPG betul-betul di tengah bandar raya Kuala Lumpur. Jadi, untuk subtopic ni, saya will describe according to my IPG, okay. IPG mana, saya tak mention sebab saya pernah mention sebelum ini. Sejujurnya, ada 2 benda yang saya akan cakap about this. Pertama, pensyarahnya. Alhamdulilah, macam mana awak nampak cikgu-cikgu awak, macam itulah lovely-nya pensyarah di IPG saya. Memang tak dinafikan, ada yang garang, ada yang tegas dan ada yang hatinya mudah tersentuh. Tapi apa-apa pun, they are the best. They will treat you like their own kids as long as you know how to respect them. By the way, mentioning about respect, bila you dah dewasa dan masuk uni life, please and please, respect everyone. Nampak cleaner, senyum. Kalau nak sembang pun sembang lah... Nampak sesiapa pun, respect mereka. 

Kedua, TEMPAT TINGGAL. Sejujurnya, IPG saya kiranya bangunan lama. Kenapa saya CAPS LOCK perkataan tempat tinggal tu ? Sebabnya, satu yang saya nak pesan. Setiap IPG ada kelainannya. Macam IPG saya, bangunan dia kira bangunan lama. Jadi, awak semua kalau dapat tempat tinggal yang buruk or baru or apa-apalah, JANGAN nak complain bangunan buruk, bukan tempat tinggal manusia dll. INGAT ! Kita ke sana untuk menuntut ilmu, dan belajar. Kalau ada kurang perabot atau apa-apa kemudahan, selesaikan dengan cara baik contohnya, minta dengan pejabat penyelia asrama atau suarakan dekat Jawatankuasa Perwakilan Pelajar dan Hal Ehwal Pelajar. Cepat atau lambat, awak kena belajar bersabar dari situ. 

*Story time again ! Pernah tahun lepas berlaku semasa kemasukan pelajar baru. Ada parents yang marah soal tempat tinggal pelajar buruk dll. Saya tak nafikan, kadang kala rasa kami pun rasa teruk tapi lama-lama, kami dah membiasakan diri. Sebab niat yang teras ialah untuk menuntut ilmu. Tapi dalam masa yang sama, kalau awak rasa hak awak tidak dijaga dan dipelihara, you have the right to voice out ya.*

3. Dari segi kemudahan. Saya rasa bersyukur, sebab keliling semunya kemudahan. IPG saya di Lembah Pantai, jadi antara kemudahan yang ada di sekitar situ ialah, stesen LRT Kerinchi , mall Mid Valley, mall KL GATEWAY, stesen LRT dan KTM Abdullah Hukum, stesen Bas, pasar malam dll. Senang cakap, mudah. Kalau berjalan kaki nak ke stesen LRT Kerinchi, dalam 15 minit. Jadi, dekat situ boleh jimat banyak dari segi perbelanjaan kewangan. 

4. Perbezaan IPG-IPG di Malaysia. Okay, dekat sini saya nak make it clear. Setiap IPG berlainan. Contoh kalau you dengar IPG dekat belah negeri sana baru, tak semestinya IPG lain sama je baru kemudahannya. No ! It is very different ya. So please do not have the mind set that kau masuk IPG ni boleh dapat 5 stars punya hostel semua tu ya. And ada juga IPG yang hostel dia macam bilik-bilik dan ada juga yang macam house apartment. Jadi sangat-sangat berbeza. Tapi apa-apa pun, you have to be ready with apa-apa keadaan. Bila dah masuk IPG, tolong sangat-sangat buang perangai malas, pengotor, dan mengada-ada. By the time you start to step in Uni life, please make yourself aware dimana awak pada waktu itu. Dewasakan diri awak.

Akhir kalam, GOOD LUCK all ! 

Pengalaman Temu Duga IPG (Kali Kedua)

Hai Assalammualaikum dan salam sejahtera,
Kali ini Syah semptkan sedikit untuk menceritakan mengenai pengalaman temu duga untuk IPG Syah kali  kedua. Dan alhamdulilah, sekarang Syah dah dekat salah satu IPG. Masih ada lagi 4 tahun.
Syah rumuskan dulu supaya pembaca mudah untuk membaca.

1. Perkara yang berbeza dengan IV yang pertama.
2. Rumskan sedikit situasi di IPG

Alhamdulilah, Syah gagal semasa IV pertama pada tahun 2017. Syah mohon, BM dan Sejarah dan saya percaya yang ramai juga mohon dua subjek ni. To be honest, kalau awak semua memang betul-betul nak jadi cikgu, dan dapat kerja cikgu ni, kalau awak semua BI dapat A, mohon je subjek BI. Sebab tahun lepas 2018, Syah tukar mohon BI pula. Dan Syah dapat tahu ujian bertulis kalian dan ujian fizikal  ada tarik yang berlainan. So, kalau awak semua rasa curious atau pelik dengan sesuatu tarikh yang IPGM provide for IV, terus contact pihak pengurusan.

Tips sebelum IV,
1. Kalau IV fitness, cubalah jog, even sikit-sikit supaya tak mengah. Dan kalau boleh, berat badan tu stay dalam range normal.
2. Nak elakkan gugup masa bercakap, bercakap depan cermin.
3. Dalam tempoh ini, kadang IV akan bertembung dengan waktu bulan Ramadhan. Jadi, manfaatkan tempoh Ramadhan untuk berdoa.
4. Minta restu mak ayah.
5. Salam dan peluk cium cikgu. Kalau awak dekat F6, jumpa cikgu. Salam peluk cium dan minta keredhaan dan restu mereka. Penting tu.

Tips semasa IV,
1. Buat yang paling terbaik.
2.. Kalau you introvert, banyakkan bercakap dan try to encourage yourself to speak.
3. Show a good personality.
4. Sijil surat beranak , IC semua tu ingat bawa yang ori.
5. Segala jenis sijil, bawa je... PALING PENTING, tengok apa yang IPGM nak sewaktu kita pergi IV. kadang kala requirement dia lain-lain.

Tips selepas IV,
1. Banyakkan berdoa.
2. Jangan sakitkan hati mak ayah, cikgu dan orang disekeliling kita.

Bab Panel penemu duga tu, kadang ada yang jenis tanya soalan tricky, kadang ada yang suruh kita describe cikgu yang kita tak suka.. macam-macam. tapi jangan risau, cuba yang terbaik je...

Pengalaman Temuduga IPG

Assalammualaikum , dan selamat berpuasa juga kepada umat Islam yang saya kasihi. Hari ini sudah masuk 9 Ramadan. Dan agak lambat juga untuk saya update pengalaman saya sewaktu temu duga di Institut Perguruan Batu Pahat , IPGTHO (Tun Hussien Onn).

Untuk first IV , UKCG , ujian kecergasan fizikal , saya pun dapat dekat IPGTHO. So , alhamdulilah dapat dekat tempat yang sama.

1 . Semasa temu duga , kita dikehendaki memakai pakaian yang kemas dan berkasut hitam. Dekat sini saya nak mention , kalau untuk adik-adik yang akan datang dapat pergi or dapat lepas ke temu duga yang kedua ni ,

2 . Sila memakai baju kurung dan kasut hitam bertumit sama ada tertutup atau yang macam biasa dengan stokin hitam sekali. Untuk wanita. Even dalam surat dia kata berpakaian kemas , you guys still have to take a note. Dengan sebab ini je , dia pun boleh singkirkan nama kita.

3 . Muka kalau boleh apply make up sikit supaya nampak segar muka dan tak terlalu kusam. Sekadar make up yang ringan-ringan , tak perlu make up sampai tebal-tebal. Tiada keperluan di situ.

4 . Jangan terlalu mengelabah dan dengar arahan daripada penel semasa ceramah diberikan sebelum sesi temu duga dimulakan. Kalau dia cakap tunggu dekat pusat sumber , tunggu je ! Nak mereput ke , mereputlah dalam pusat sumber tu. Kalau memang dah tak tahan nak terkucil , please , please inform kawan sebelah.

Itu tips awal yang saya nak ingatkan ! Sangat-sangat penting ! Sebab saya tertinggal sesi temu duga. Dan lagi satu , ingat bilik mana yang akan kamu pergi semasa di temu duga dan sesi apa ! Ini sangat penting.

Ceramah bermula pukul 8 pagi dan dia ada mention *sila tiba 30 minit sebelum waktu yang diberikan* so , ikut arahan itu. Saya akan ditemu duga pada pukul 12 tengahari sebab saya sesi 3. waktu itu , ada bilik A , B , C , D , dan E. Saya masuk ke bilik E. Dan bagi saya , menunggu panggilan dan menunggu dipanggil itu lah saat yang paling-paling lama dalam hidup saya. Dan kesilapan saya juga. Sebab selepas sesi ceramah itu , jam menunjukkan pukul 8 45 pagi. So , kebetulan , saya tertinggal handphone saya dekat kereta ayah , dan ayah entah kemana. So , saya terpaksa pinjam telefon dengan sekumpulan pak cik yang sedang menunggu anak-anak mereka. Terima kasih pak cik.

Bila ayah sampai , saya told my mom yang temu duga saya berlangsung pada pukul 12 tengahari dan saya dikehendaki ada di bilik temu duga pada pukul 11 50 pagi. 10 minit awal. Yes ! Saya pergi keluar , cari makan sampai ke pekan then pukul 10 lebih dekat pukul 11 saya pulang kembali. Niat saya memang lepas pergi tandas nak terus ke pusat sumber menunggu turn , tapi mana tahu saya boleh buat u-Turn pergi dekat sebuah pondok , berborak-borak dengan dua orang mak cik ni. Kebetulan dekat sebelah mak cik dari Sungai Balang ni , ada anak perempuan dia.

Rupa-rupanya , anak dia juga dapat sama bilik , sama sesi dan sama waktu dengan saya. So , kami pun sementara nak tunggu pukul 11 30 pagi , kami berborak-borak. Bila tengok dah pukul 11 30 gitu , kami bertolak naik pergi bilik E. Sebelum itu , saya minta Suriati tunggu sebab nak pergi tandas. The moment saya keluar tandas , Suriati cakap , "Weh , dia kata sesi dah tamat lah.... semua orang dah balik." So , saya pun macam , "seriously ?" Aduhaiii...... Saya tanya budak yang Suriati tanya tu , dan dia cakap "Ha.ah , tapi korang cuba tengok-tengok , penel dia masih ada kalau tak silap.". So , after thanked her , saya dan Suriati bergegas pergi bilik E. Hhaha..... kitaorang beranikan diri ketuk pintu bilik dan face to face dengan panel tu. Kita orang siap kena marah. Tapi memang sebab kesilapan kitaorang , so Syah diam. Meanwhile Suriati yang memerah air liur jawab dekat penel tu. Thanks , Su.

Finally , panel tu cakap ada 8 orang tadi , yang tak ada masa temu duga. So , panel A ni tanya dekat panel B , nak buat sekarang ke atau tunggu kesemua lapan orang tu tiba ? Then dengan muka berharap , kitaorang still kena marah beberapa kali. Tapi tak apa..... demi perjuangan IPG. Then tunggu punya tunggu , kitaorang kena tunggu sampai pukul 2. Meanwhile 2 orang panel tu pergi makan. So dari pukul 11 40 tu , kitaorang tunggu sampai pukul 2 ! Serius ! Time tu , nak pergi surau solat pun macam teragak-agak. Takut tiba-tiba penel tu muncul , kitaorang pula tak ada. So , kitaorang memang mereputtttt gila lah nak tunggukan pukul 2.

Tunggu punya tunggu. Dah pukul 1 45 petang. Tengok-tengok , tak ada pun orang naik atas , bilik E. So , Su and I expect maybe they still waiting at the library. Sebab pukul dua ni untuk budak sesi 4. Then bila sampai depan library , kitaorang bertembung dengan mak Suriati. Kitaorang pun ceritalah perkara sebenar. Mak Suriati pun mengucap panjang tengok kitaorang. Then Su toleh sebelah tempat duduk dekat area kiri , ada seorang budak perempuan ni. Su cakap dekat saya , "berani tak ?". So saya pun pelik , "Nak tanya apa ?" . Su cakap , cuba kita tanya dia , dia sesi apa ? Saya dengan Su pergilah jumpa dia. Saya tanya dia , awak sesi berapa , bilik apa semua tu. So , dia cakap sesi 4 , bilik E...... Saya pun macam , erkkkk.... sesi 4 belum berlansung kot , then we walked into the library and met the lecture , maybe ? kitaorang pun tanya pasal panel tu ada datang ke sini tak dan semua tu. So , saya dengan Su cerita dekat dia apa yang terjadi tadi dan arahan panel tu kepada kitaorang. Meanwhile Farisha still in her curiousity. So , pensyarah tu cakap , sesi 4 pun dah habis. Terkesima sekejap saya dan Su .

 Farisha masa tu yang tak tahu apa-apa dari awal , lagi terkejut gila macam kita orang mula-mula tahu sesi dah terlepas. So , Farisah tanya , kenapa..... Saya cakap , nanti saya ceritakan. Finally , pensyarah tu cakap , " ok you guys pergi bilik E tunggu je diaorang. Kalau tak ada , nanti awak datang balik cari saya. Masa tu saya tengok jam almost pukul 2. So , kitaorang risau gila. Tugas menceritakan semula apa yang berlaku , saya serahkan pada Su . Naik atas tengok , panel tak ada lagi. Fuhh..... lega kot. Sementara tunggu panel tu , kitaorang bual-bual. Rupanya Farisha tertidur dekat surau. Beberapa minit kemudian , ada seorang lagi datang. Nama dia Cha , orang asli berpakaian baju kurung merah. So , kita orang memang berbual je , sesi suai kenal gitu. Tunggu- tunggu , panel tu tak datang juga. Pensyarah yang kitaorang jumpa dekat library dia datang jenguk kitaorang , tanya panel tak datang lagi ? Kitaorang geleng jelah. Lepas tu ada lagi panel berkulit hitam manis , lelaki , naik jenguk-jenguk dalam bilik tu. Tengok panel agaknya.

Finally , Alhamdulilah , datang juga penel. Lepas tanda tangan kehadiran , kitaorang dipanggil masuk. File dan borang semua tu diserahkan. Dan bermulalah sesi temu duga. Sebelum itu , dia ada berikan satu sticker yang panel tu tuliskan nama kita. Lepas tu , ikut arahan dia , suruh tampal dekat belah kiri or kanan pakaian.

First thing yang dia pinta ialah , kenalkan diri awak. Then masing masing diberi giliran kenalkan diri.
So , sampai giliran saya , saya cakap nama , adik beradik dan parents kerja apa. Lepas tu bila dah tak tahu nak cakap apa lagi , saya pun cakap , saya masuk sekolah menengah kebangsaan bila tingkatan 3. Sebelum itu saya bersekolah di Chung Hwa High School , semasa di tingkatan 1 dan 2. So , panel tu quite impress dan panel B tu ambil borang butiran diri saya while panel A tu tanya saya selanjutnya. Dan , mereka suruh saya tulis dalam Bahasa Cina dekat sebuah whiteboard. Saya pun tulislah , 我的名字叫韩妮诗。Panel tu tanya , tulis apa tu ? Saya pun jawab , nama saya.

 Then diaorang pelik . Kenapa nama awak panjang sangat ? So saya pun terangkan satu persatu. Diaorang pun faham. Sebelum duduk kembali , mereka suruh saya menyanyi lagu cina. Saya pun macam huh ? nak nyanyi lagu apa ni ? Agak panel tu dapat baca , riak muka saya , so panel B pun kata lagu kanak-kanak. Time tu , teringat dekat cikgu Hasbullah , dia ada pesan , kalau panel suruh kau nyanyi , kau nyanyi je. So dengan tergagap-gagap , nyanyi juga lagu bintang-bintang di langit versi bahasa cina. Saya just ingat 2 rangkap , so bedal jelah....

TIPS !! kalau nak panel tu lebih ambil perhatian dekat kita , kenalkan diri kita secara spontan dan ingat beritahu mereka kelebihan kita. For example macam tadi.... Even korang minta SK sebagai pilihan , tapi kalau korang tahu bahasa cina or bahasa tamil even tak bersekolah sampai habis / belajar sendiri , korang boleh beritahu. No problem. Malahan itulah yang sebaiknya.

Habislah sesi kenalkan diri. Then sampai sesi bertanya pasal hasrat kita. Mengapa kita hendak menjadi guru. Jawablah sejujurnya. Andai tak nak jadi guru , tapi parents suruh , you still have to berikan jawapan yang terbaik kenapa korang nak jadi cikgu. Jujur saya katakan. Actually , saya memang tak ada aim nak jadi cikgu. Tambahan , masa tu saya dapat tawaran diploma pentadbiran awam dekat uitm seremban. So , saya give up dan tak pergi even minat. Mula-mula memang nak pergi , tapi fikirkan kos semua tu , saya memang tak suka nak bebankan parents. So , I give up ! I apply form 6 sebagai back up plan. Korang yang buntu gila , boleh buat macam cara saya. Insyahallah , Allah tahu niat kita nak ringankan beban mak bapa. Allah akan berikan yang terbaik.
Tapi Alhamdulilah , Allah bantu saya masa menjawab soalan ni. Dan juga soala seterusnya. Alhamdulilah , syukur sangat-sangat.....

Then habis sesi menyatakan hasrat tu , kita sampai ke sesi merebut untuk menjawab soalan. Time tu , kitaorang ditanya pasal , "Bagaimana guru boleh dikatakan sebagai agen "Guru Pembina Negara Bangsa"" berkaitan dengan slogan hari guru tahun ni juga. So , masing-masing tengah fikir nak jawab apa , panel tu pula pancing , kalau siapa angkat tangan dulu , markah lain-lain. So , saya toleh kiri kanan , tak ada yang nak angkat , saya pun angkat , lepas tu disusuli Farisha. Masa saya jawab , jujur saya tak ada jawapan ! So , masa saya cakap apa yang terlintas tu , saya risau sangat sebab takut tak menjawab persoalan. Finally , Cha bila menyatakan hujah dia , dia memetik hujah saya sekali. Dia mengia kan hujah saya. Lega sikit , ada yang setuju dengan hujah saya.

Done that sesi , berganjak ke sesi perbincangan. Kitaorang diberikan kertas soalan. Dalam kertas tu , memang soalan KBAT.... memang otak kena perahhhhh habisan. Kitaorang dapat soalan berkaitan gangsterism. Dan sebagai rakan pembimbing sebaya , kena buat satu kempen untuk membantu menangani masalah ni. Bawah kertas tu nanti dia ada beri satu lagi nota tambahan. So dalam perbincangan ni , saya nak tekankan sangat-sangat , please kerjasama dengan kawan-kawan. dan dengar pendapat orang lain juga. Dan suara juga kena lantang even dalam group work.

Finally , akan ada persoalan terakhir selepas perbincangan itu berakhir. Macam saya , kitaorang dapat soalan yang lain-lain. Mula mula Su disuruh buat rumusan pasal perbincangan dan bahan maklumat yang kita orang dah tulis dekat papan putih tu. Then saya dapat soalan pasal gangsterism dalam kalangan pelajar cina dan macam mana saya nak handle. *Saya meminta mengajar di SJK(C)* so soalan yang dia tanya pun berkaitan denga tempat yang kita minta untuk mengajar. Penting untuk fikir. Cha pula dapat soalan macam mana nak cope with keganasan gangster dekat sekolah pedalaman. Gitulah kalau saya tak silap. Dan Farisha dapat soalan gangsterism berkaitan apa saya tak ingat sangat. Tapi panel tu ada mention , Pasir Gudang. Sebab Farisha ni dia budak Pasir Gudang , so panel tu pun petik Pasir Gudang.

Dan itulah untuk yang terakhir. Fuhh... penat taip.....

1 . Tapi untuk setiap soalan yang akan dia tanya , mostly melibatkan slogan hari guru , masalah dan isu semasa. Wajib ambil tahu.

2 . Dan lagi satu nak diingatkan , IC , Surat Beranak yang ori tu jangan lupa bawa....

3 . Dan kalau boleh buat resume dan rumusan bagi sijil yang kita ada.
Time saya , sijil-sijil kitaorang panel tu tak sentuh. Tapi saya rasa lagi baik sebab bila kitaorang bercakap , perhatian panel tu tak teralih. Perhatian panel terhadap kita yang bercakap pun lagi penuh. Menjadikan kita rasa lebih yakin. Tapi sijil korang macam mana pun tetap kena kemas kini.

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