My first trip as a teacher...
Thursday, 2.30 p.m., Hostel's compound:
I went to Sedim River, in Kedah..aroud 45 minuted drive there. but on that day, I went with kak ita by bus, along with the students.. The camp will be for Pengawas Asrama sekolah, and I dunno how my name appeared in the list. I'm not a warden, and not even a counselor... hurm.. There's a story behind it as well..
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Well, to start with, there are two of us I** n I. As mentioned by kak ita, she nominated both of our names for it, but only my name was in it. orait, so
Mr PI aka the warden was surprised, and did his best to convinced I** that she was supposed to be in the trip. He msged her. Here's his own words "kak ita heran knapa nma I** x dak,
sya pn heran knapa nama Jijah ada"... Touche~ owhkayy, u are mean! geram dah..
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The day before that -->
Wednesday, in Baling
I woke up this morning, feeling something and everything is wrong~ so, i decided to skip school today. I called up the school, and I** took me to Hospital Baling for check up and MC, of course..(thank u).. nothing much on the noon. Then, Mr PI called me to ask help in picking up cakes for a Hostel event tonight, 'majlis smbutan maulidur rasul n smbutan hari jadi bdk hostel'. of course I can't help, I was sick, and left with no car. Nvrmnd.
Evening
I was hungry. Apparently I** was late from her evening-session school bcoz she picked up the cakes, and she didn't msg me earlier (I expect a lot from her right, hmm). So, I was hungry, sick and alone. When she came back, kak ita called and asked for help. Kna tlg bawak budak hostel pi hospital, as the other wardens with cars, were not around. There was a girl who broke her ring finger. We waited at the emergency room till 9 p.m. Hectic evening. Dah la we were getting ready for the hostel's event which started at 8 pm. We were late. Again, I was hungry, sick, tired and late! but still have to attend the ceremony, thanks to Mr PI! I** was forced by him to come, so nak tak nak, I also had to come.
Events of the night, ceramah frm ustaz Rifaie, then giving out presents to students who were born on Jan, Feb and March. And lastly, to teachers who were born on Jan, Feb and March.. owhhkay. we didn't know about this. so, they called out names. And I, who foolishly thought that my name will be in it, was left crushed.. The MC announced, 'Akhir sekali, Cikgu I** N***** binti si polan si polan'.. I was dumbfounded... (I was born on 23rd January okay!)..they didn't call out my name!?
it's okay, i can live with that.. (sapa suruh perasan,kan?)
but then, my mind began to think:
- my precious students, whom I spend most of my time with during and after school hour, don't even know my birthday but knew i**'s.. that hurts me..
- those students whom I am closed with, compared to I**, do not make the effort to know both of our birthdays, but only knew one (which is hers)! that's a real blow~.
- Even the warden, Mr PI who I knew is interested in I**, did not realize the damage done. Busy tuning his attention towards I**.. (okay, now i sound like a jealous person. Am not~)
I was devastated, my emotions were in turmoil, I hold back my tears.. (ntah knape emotional sgt mlm tuh). And I was mad, someone whom I called a friend, didn't say anything, but was happy in her own world, unaware of my grief. She could have said something! 'are you okay?' or at least make a remark like 'jijah, they forgot ur birthday..'.. ooh, i knew she knew my birthday, we just discussed about it the day before that. But she just said 'ya Allah jah..' and smileeddd~ while holding her present. HeLlloo~ earth to I**? I'm still here, with the hurt look on my face. I was provoked beyond reasons, and it hurts! I was mad because she doesn't know how to handle the situation.
We went back to our house, and I cried alone.. I had to do something to let my feelings known. Deep inside, I was mad with everything and everyone. So, couldn't contained myself, I msgd Mr PI
'salam, sya pn lahir January jgk.. kecik ati...'
and he replied
'wsalam, ye ke? sya tak tau, event ni bdk2 yg handle.. depa tlepas pndang la tu'..
I didnt reply for that, what for? no point, but being a good person (yeah, puji la dia sket) he kept msging me nak pujuk konon.. I don't need that. Do that to ur sweetheart, to I** perhaps. Mind you.. I'm not 'merajuk', I was just having a moment of despair, or easily put, 'saya kecik hati'.. that's all. I don't know why i felt so irritated when people labeled that as 'merajuk'. I was about to back off from tomorrow's trip to Sedim, but I know I can't and I couldn't. My conscience won't let me. Besides, I had given them my words.
I** on the other hand, had decided not to go, as her name was not on the programme book. fine.
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Thursday evening (smbung yg tadi)
so, nak tak nak, there I was, waiting for the bus on Thursday, with kak ita n those students.. try to act normal..hurm, I sensed something fishy. The students seemed to act weird ('.'?). We loaded the bus, and started off our journey to Sedim. On our way there, one of the students used the haler to make an announcement. That was what I thought at first. He went on
'assalamualaikum, kami nak mntk maaf kat Cikgu Azizah sbb semalam x bagi hadiah kat dia. Jadi harap ckgu dapat maafkan kami..' they came to me with a cake and a present, singing happy birthday, with innocent face on each one of them. (on the moving bus! dangerous).. I couldn't resist, but to forgive them.. I may not be able to forget, especially to those who did nothing to rectify the situation! But for these students, I was flattered with their efforts. I knew somehow Mr PI was involved in planning this. thank you. at least you know how to act. Truly, I don't expect or want u guys to do this. I don't care about the presents or cakes. Anyhow, i appreciate what the students did. Malas nak pjgkan crita, i'm okay with
them now.
I remembered Sukran's words
'teacher, slagi sya ada, sya akan pastikan teacher gembira'.. aaaawwwwww~.. then they also sang 'wahai guruku, mengapa cemburu~ na na na na (i don't know the lyric, haha)' obviously they substituted the word 'sayangku' with 'guruku'...
apapun, I still managed to enjoy my trip to Sedim with the hostelians... and I love you all... hoho
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My memorable trip to Sedim 12, 13 and 14 March 2009
Kak Ita, Cg Azhan, Cg Zambry, and students (ada Hilmi kecik!)
Some of the kids, tgh dgr briefing for water rafting
This was what we did there..
I did it too.. hehe. Sukran yg kanan skali :)