Its been 3 weeks since I am in school….. actually I have been in school all my life…. well… this time I am not in school to study…. but instead to teach…
Most of my life, i have been a beginner-level hooligan… doing things to my own whim and fancy…. not caring so much about outcome… happy in being robust… anything i dont like i can just execute my own judgement and punishment about it…. well, how things change…
The turning point proved to be my stint in Tanglin… Countless times I have fought… was even becoming pretty good at it… marks and scars on my body are some memories… i even developed an "afraid-of-no-one" hooligan-like attitude towards things… But, this time I am innocent… tried to help the police even… how things go horribly wrong… Being charged initially with "rioting with deadly weapon", and also the "5 year 6 stroke" sentence hanging in front of my eyes at court 26…. at the age of 25… means I will be out of prison when I turn 30…. bila nak kahwin gitu??? court 26… I could never forget even if i want to…. how I see my parents cry when they visited me… well, who can forget that.. Am i not the apple of the family? The one who was destined to bring glory to the family? All my sports achievements and academic success pointing to this? PRISON?? HELL NO!!!!!!
Well, when I got out of that situation… I realised… my ambition to be a senior officer of the police force… hmm… I don’t want to be associated with them… neantherals who are lazy to investigate… treat me like shit… wasn’t I there to help them? And they still charge me for it?
I did some soul searching during the 8 days of isolation in the lock-up…. what do i enjoy doing most? what do i really want in life? To be an engineer? not in a million years… to be a despatch rider?? did that… not enuff pay… canon gig was good… but… i am turning dark from it… and its not I want in life. ( shall just keep it at that.)
What I enjoyed most was sports… always made me happy and committed… and also the joys of my tuition students’ faces when they did well in the exams….
After a few searches… and inquisitions… i applied to be a PE teacher… and Maths also for good measure… All this even though I have friends who are waiting to get out of the profession…. Maybe this time I can try to help other races as well in MAths… But, top focus… I want Malays to stop the rot… stop telling themselves that Malays are lousy in MAths….
Here I am now… in a school in Bukit Batok… Conducting PE was ok… Well, the 2 and a half ears as Physical, Field and Range instructor during national service has served its purpose…. PE is nothing new to me… good so I can be the healthy person that I truly am… not the MAc despatch boy that I was, eating MAc food 3 times per day… gaining tons of fats on my body… My aim… 12% body fat by end of year… while maintaining my weight to be 85kg, nothing lower… that would be damn good…
Maths was ok too… nothing new to me…. what is new is that these students are 16 and 17 year olds… the age when I myself was a misfit trying to fit into society… hating class… hating exams… hating teachers… I remember that at this age, I wished that the school would suddenly burn down and we could all go home… Now, I see myself in these students… Serves me right… What goes around, comes around…..
My maths class 4NC…. hmm…. morale of the class was at all time low… when I marked the papers…. I realised the task that I have in hand… these guys don’t know… and don’t care… I must make them care…
after 3 weeks… how people don’t realise the joy that i get when I see that these guys and girls actually care… Approaching me for personal coaching in MAths… made me happy like hell… I don’t know why… the sensation is the same as u playing a part in a winning team of a rugby match…. so enjoyable…
maybe too early to say this, as i have almost minimal workload now… but if this is what teaching is about… let me sign on for eternity…