It was 6.20 p.m. I was to get up soon from my nap. I was damn tired but I need to pack my bag to go back to PJ this evening. Suddenly there was this called from an unknown number. I picked it up and on the other end I heard a male voice asking,
“Ms Leong, this is Winson. Where are you living?”
I was thinking, ‘now this is my student, why does he need to know where I live? I can’t be possible inviting him over to my house to ask about his coursework at this hour. I am going home.’
Therefore I asked him in a curt manner, “Why do you need to know where I live?”
All I can hear at that moment was a string of incoherent babbling and suddenly he said he was involved in an accident and he was alone and he needed help.
I quickly promised him I would be there as soon as possible. I was worried. For him, and also for myself. I was unfamiliar with the place I need to go. And hell it was jammed and packed from end to end in KL in the evening.
I badly wanted to wake Choon up to accompany me, but I was afraid she would get mad at me for waking her up. So I went alone.I only reached there after 45 minutes stuck in the traffic jam.
When I reached the Setapak Police Station, I couldn’t see him. I parked my car beside the road and started walking. It was a bad idea to drive and get lost in KL at this hour. I finally found him.
He was still sitting in the car and could barely move. A few tow trucks operators appeared from nowhere, surrounding him and pestering him to sign some paper to allow them to tow away his car to their workshops. I fended them off, called an ambulance and sit in the car with winson. We waited for his brother to come all the way from Klang.
as we sat there waiting, we talked a lot of things. he showed me his gf photos. still in form four but has shown great potential to be a great beauty when she gets older. even in his pain, he still managed to ask me his coursework grade. i find that very amusing. i assured him that everything is alright.
Finally at 8.10pm, his brother came. But the ambulance never arrived because they missed us out. So winson’s brother carried him on his back and back to his car, which was quite a long distance. Great brother huh…
We sent him to the Hospital Kuala Lumpur, where winson was admitted. Finally I could breathe in relief. When I reached home I packed my bag to go back to pj and reached there around 11pm. It was an eventful night.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Hou Sam Tong Argh ....
the first time my car was vandalised in the college, i was so shocked and i cried. i was very tired and was emotionally drained at that time. i couldn't believe this is happening to me. someone knocked a hole in my rear signal light with a tree branch.
i couln't think of any of my own students who will do this to me. the only one i can think of was a student who nearly knock into my car in the college when i was reversing from the parking lot. he shouted obscenities at me. maybe it was an act of revenge. but i would prefer to think it was a random act of vandalism
the second time it happened again, a few months after the first incident, there was a long scratch mark on the driver side from the front to the rear of the car. i discovered it after i finished my class in the morning. i was despaired. and i have avoided both parking places thereafter.
since then, i pay attention to other college staff cars and i found some of them also have scratch marks like mine. trust me ... there is a lot of unhappy and frustrated souls out there, trap in the college and are causing problems to vent their anger.
My College Life
Yes, i have one too!
I have been with Tar College for more than 6 years. Before i come to KL i was with Tarc Johor Branch Campus.
I was lonely and quite terrified of my KL students when i first came to kl. I expected them to have higher command of english and speak better in english compared to my poor sheep back in johor. and they would have have higher expectation of me and would probably demand that i teach more than just grammar and essay writing.
but eventually i realized that they are not so different after all. Just that i get a little more rude students and they are not as friendly once the class is over...
but i do have my own happy moments in the class too. when i am prepared and teached well and when my students asked questions and give feedbacks, i felt my efforts has not been in vain.
but there were many moments of unhappiness as well. i have more noisy and ruder students this semester and i can't carried out my lessons well. i was cranky and bad tempered. but i kept my smiles plastered on my face. never would i uttered a hurting word to any of them because i knew how far deep a hatred can go and how unforgiving a heart can be. and i am not fightng back in any sense, they are my students and i am supposed to be here to help them.
but i guess sometimes they just don't need help of any kind and just wanted to be left alone.
incident 1:
It was a short one hour class in the afternoon. the class was noisy and nobody was paying attention to me when i walked in. i have to shout just to be heard and i wanted to start my lessons immediately. i asked them to quiet down. some girls still talked. when i start to talk, they still talked and peered excitedly into their laptop. i told the two girls that i wanted them to close down their laptop.
i was going to burst, but i hold myself like a helium ballon. they turn their defiant faces at me, huff and close the laptop, and immediately plopped their faces onto the desks and go to sleep. ohmigod .... what am i supposed to do!??? !
i ignored them. i can't believe girls would do like this to a teacher in the class. i never meet one before. anyway, they can't see me eye to eye after that after the incident boiled down.
incident 2:
It was already into week 11. i am starting to use the text book more often now. more than half of the students in this class have no text book and they shared. i have a time when 5 students were sharing one book. i was mad. they were noisy and come solely for the attendance. what for ....??? it's just a waste of time. why just don't skip the class totally?
one hour later, after i finished giving lecture on letter writing, i asked them to write a letter of complaint or enquiry in the class. most of them did not. they are roaring with laughter and are punching each other with jokes. i told them they can leave and complete their work at home if they feel that sitting in the class was a waste of time. some do, but some still stay back because they have to do role play and group discussion later. (these students are the noisiest and they are the groups that missed out their coursework because they were absent for coursework)
i was engaged in a discussion with one of my students when the lecturer from the next class came in through the backdoor and asked them to lower down their volume because they have been getting increasingly noisy. i was embarrassed. my ballon burst this time and i brushed them up really nicely.
i was tired when i get back home in the evening. drain physically and emotionally...
I have been with Tar College for more than 6 years. Before i come to KL i was with Tarc Johor Branch Campus.
I was lonely and quite terrified of my KL students when i first came to kl. I expected them to have higher command of english and speak better in english compared to my poor sheep back in johor. and they would have have higher expectation of me and would probably demand that i teach more than just grammar and essay writing.
but eventually i realized that they are not so different after all. Just that i get a little more rude students and they are not as friendly once the class is over...
but i do have my own happy moments in the class too. when i am prepared and teached well and when my students asked questions and give feedbacks, i felt my efforts has not been in vain.
but there were many moments of unhappiness as well. i have more noisy and ruder students this semester and i can't carried out my lessons well. i was cranky and bad tempered. but i kept my smiles plastered on my face. never would i uttered a hurting word to any of them because i knew how far deep a hatred can go and how unforgiving a heart can be. and i am not fightng back in any sense, they are my students and i am supposed to be here to help them.
but i guess sometimes they just don't need help of any kind and just wanted to be left alone.
incident 1:
It was a short one hour class in the afternoon. the class was noisy and nobody was paying attention to me when i walked in. i have to shout just to be heard and i wanted to start my lessons immediately. i asked them to quiet down. some girls still talked. when i start to talk, they still talked and peered excitedly into their laptop. i told the two girls that i wanted them to close down their laptop.
i was going to burst, but i hold myself like a helium ballon. they turn their defiant faces at me, huff and close the laptop, and immediately plopped their faces onto the desks and go to sleep. ohmigod .... what am i supposed to do!??? !
i ignored them. i can't believe girls would do like this to a teacher in the class. i never meet one before. anyway, they can't see me eye to eye after that after the incident boiled down.
incident 2:
It was already into week 11. i am starting to use the text book more often now. more than half of the students in this class have no text book and they shared. i have a time when 5 students were sharing one book. i was mad. they were noisy and come solely for the attendance. what for ....??? it's just a waste of time. why just don't skip the class totally?
one hour later, after i finished giving lecture on letter writing, i asked them to write a letter of complaint or enquiry in the class. most of them did not. they are roaring with laughter and are punching each other with jokes. i told them they can leave and complete their work at home if they feel that sitting in the class was a waste of time. some do, but some still stay back because they have to do role play and group discussion later. (these students are the noisiest and they are the groups that missed out their coursework because they were absent for coursework)
i was engaged in a discussion with one of my students when the lecturer from the next class came in through the backdoor and asked them to lower down their volume because they have been getting increasingly noisy. i was embarrassed. my ballon burst this time and i brushed them up really nicely.
i was tired when i get back home in the evening. drain physically and emotionally...
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