SMKSI/001 hari pertama cikgu hairul

UNTUK MAKLUMAN, MULAI HARI INI SAYA ADALAH CIKGU HAIRUL.(bukan cikgu anwar ye)

hari pertama
PERHIMPUNAN
1-terkejut melihat betapa ringkas dan informatifnya perhimpunan rasmi 15jun09 SMKSI.
2. syukur kerana nama cikgu praktikal tak diumumkan dalam perhimpunan.

PRAKTIKAL UKM
1.seorang cikgu praktikum bernama khairunnisa....dan segan tahap pandemik apabila GPK 1 panggil cikgu Khairun, dengan spontan cikgu hairul yang menyahut...hehe tula suka sangat tukar nama...
2.cikgu praktikal ni datang lebih awal daripada aku! 0709,0709 dan aku 0710...( x puas hati)...pulak tu pergi sign attendance orang lain plak tu...isk...ngantuk!

RELIEF 2B
1. kelas Pn Mas, sains 2 masa. aktiviti yang dilaksanakan adalah soalan IQ dan games yang diciplak daripada modul LPPKP UiTM...
2. kecewa sangat apabila aku terasa macam papan putih yang bercakap seorang diri...masa ni la MENEBALKAN MUKA bercakapn seorang diri...
3. tapi kekecewaan tu terubat apabila aku berjaya menarik perhatian mereka dengan games secara berkumpulan.
4. dan aku berjaya MERAMPAS kad UNO ( yang ko pegi main masa aku cakap apahal?) daripada seorang student...( time tu aku buat lagak berani, yela...budak tu mcm nak ajak gaduh je...tapi dalam hati, aku yang cuak...)

RELIEF 3C
1.masuk kelas, aku jadi kelu... x tahu nak cakap apa?...x tahu nak buat apa?..kaum A buat hal sendiri, kaum B buat hal sendiri, kaum C buat hal sendiri...satu golongan lagi bukak buku dan baca...aku pulak....ligat otak fikir nak isi apa relief ni...
2. malu tahap pekan apabila GPK 1 masuk kelas. ambil alih kawalan kelas...malunya akau tak dapat handle kelas tu...
3. tapi mujurlah aku dapat cover dengan beberapa tindakan yang ...
lepas ni kena prepare nak buat apa dengan kelas RELIEF...sebab aku bukan PAPAN PUTIH yang berkulit gelap, macam tunggul melihat anak murid bertempiaran dalam kelas...

PERPUSTAKAAN..
1. sejak dulu lagi, perpustakaan adalah tempat lepak...dan tidak dapat dinafikan...tempat TIDUR kedua selepas surau....(malunya cikgu tido kat library)...

oklah...library nak tutup...sambung lain kali....








jumpa blog Cikgu iffa

kali ni sang pencuri berjaya mencuri daripada cikgu Iffa...

SMK Sri Istana. Yup. That's where i'll be torturing myself for three months. After the final list was out, i figured that it must be one of those schools where all the lords' heirs went to. I mean Sri Istana, go figure. On Mon however, it was like a sick version of a fairy tale. It was like Sleeping Beauty waking up to find her Prince only it wasn't the Prince but the donkey from Shrek...ok i know. Bad anology. But still. It was like an American version of a school in Utah.

The good thing is that the principal Pn. Mawarni is waaay nice. I was told that the students are mostly orphans. They had family crisis all their lives. The rest came from broken families and some never even knew who their parents are. Here's what i think: these kids they dun even trust adults. They've been hurt by adults and they hide the pain by inflicting it onto others. The principal said that "If only one student came to see you to share his/her problem, then you are successful enough." I gotta admit; i was kinda spaced out for the rest of the conversation as i was mostly occupied with my own super crazee thoughts (explains why the other trainees did most of the talking, hehe...) What if they dun trust me enough to let me teach them? Considering all the stories i've heard about car-scratching and tyres-puncturing, it'll be a hell of an experience. Fortunately i'm riding with the other trainee to school and if there'll be scratch we won't know who is it for rite?? (unless the students wrote my name instead of Niza on the car, which i hope they dont coz then he might start a quarrel with me and it'll tarnish the fac's image - us not being united and all, heee...)

Talking about the other trainees, there were four of us. All giddy + excited + nervous bout the school. Here's my first impression on them:

Niza: very composed, very SR-like (he's already called the school b4 pre-prac is over), an expert liar (he bluffed his way sayin' its only 5 mins walk to school when it was like 20)

Nuar: extremely passionate in teaching (quote from anonymous: "klo aku ade anak nti, konpem aku nk anta dia ke sek anuar ngajar"), most friendly (the male teachers kept callin' him Cikgu Hairul, Cikgu Hairul...like they've known him for life)

Ika: very2 motherly (siyes la...klo my mom tgk sah2 nk wat menantu), professional (the way she kept nodding her head and bringin' the google map), hardworking betol (time ROS ye leh wat report kat sek time2 tu gak!)

I dun think i can yet say "I love my school" for now. It just didn't feel right. If i say it but i didn't really mean it, then where's the sense in that, rite? Time will tell, i guess...Hopefully at the end of these three months i'll be able to stand in a crowd and say firm and proud; "I'm glad i was here..."