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.