Mrs Nor Fardzilah binti Talib

From Krista Pandan Perdana

Nominated by Nabilla Putri binti Rushlamd Phang

Adieu to the days when I had to don a school uniform at early morning and spent long minutes while humbly preening in the mirror before advancing to school. The truth would be spared if I had demonstrated my distaste for my alma mater because the truth is slightly opposing to said antipathy. The reality is that I was actually grateful for most of the things that transpired throughout school. I'd properly realised the sacrifices that my beloved teachers accomplished for their students. Of course there had been times when a particular subject teacher was feeling an utter dismay for a student who might have proved a let-down to that teacher. There were number of possibilities that might have caused a teacher's disappointment. It could have been that a student had failed multiple times but never took the appropriate initiative to seek after a teacher for a valuable guidance. It could have been the insufferable antics of a defiant student. It could have been anything bad, but what struck me most was that the teachers NEVER GAVE UP on their students no matter what obstruction is urging them to admit defeat. Why did they choose not to give up? The answer is simply because they're good teachers. Despite the students' apathy for school education or their disobedience to cooperate with a teacher's orders, these amazing educators never give up HOPE. What a remarkable passion I thought. In spite of that, a question still lies in mind; what exactly made me able to relate to a teacher's thoughts? It wasn't until after the end of school that I'd finally began to mature emotionally with time. My mother had been a teacher with 8 years of teaching experiences. She typically taught kindergarten students from the ages of 4 to 6 at a publicly known school called Krista. Not only is she a teacher, but she is also the possessor of her own Krista. You can find her at Krista Pandan Perdana for more information if you are keenly interested, wink wink. Not that I am promoting her business to the public, another double wink. The point is I was hired part-time by my mother to assist her teaching the precious little students at school instead of her allowing me to take the advantage of the plentiful breaks after SPM to idle at home. So I started my first day as an assistant teacher, appearing poised and optimistic in front of everyone present at the kindergarten. The teachers there were friendly with me although I was not sure if I was reflecting the same courtesy to them. It was probably due to the anxiety of a newbie that worn me out. Nonetheless, I started out decent at teaching and proceeded the following days with the similar routine. As weeks passed, all hell broke loose when there was not much progress going on with the students. I questioned myself if my teaching methods had been too mediocre and probably lacking the correct adaptations. However, that was not the case at all. I'd finally registered my mistakes and sorted out the problem; I spoiled the children too much. A lot of pampering had been made to please the students. Then I had an epiphany; the answer to this trouble had been relevant to me all along. On that particular day, I scrutinized every movement my mom made while she practiced her teaching routine in the classroom. It made me reminisced an abundant of crucial events in my past. I became cognizant of growing up in an environment limited to stringent requirements. I was raised by strict parents who provided me with the success of acquiring a dignified mannerism. They were strict but not necessarily adverse. I knew they were trying to do their best for me; and their efforts became a reality. Although at some point, I could not comprehend their methods but now I'd gained ample insights as to why they had done their ways for me. My parents' efforts were evidence of their love for me and I am so grateful to them for loving me so much. After some planning and attitude adjustments, my parents who were my first teachers inspired me to apply their teaching techniques into guiding the children so that their progression in studies is achieved optimally. I am proud of every teacher who stood tall for their students regardless of whom I am acquainted with or not. I am proud of every teacher who taught me while tolerating my occasional impolitic behavior. I am proud of every teacher who sacrificed hours to plan ideas and print copies of school work for the students in hope that they do better every day. Lastly, I am proud of my parents who became my firsts in the most events of my life. A little piece of advice from me: So to every student, please appreciate your teachers. The truth is, you can't really understand what they're going through unless you're in their shoes. Trust me, I was once in your places. Even if some of you might disagree with your teachers, don't be negligent to your responsibilities as a student. If you do, yours teachers will grow into guilt even if they're not to be blamed. If you don't like to pay attention in class, make sure you excel in education because a good aim makes a good study. Thank you. And thank you, Ma and Pa for every good thing that happened so far and being there for me every step of the way.