It has been a month already. Living and teaching here has
really been a rare special experience for me. For many reasons, some of which I
have wrote previously, others come in tales of how you get treated, of how
children react to you and of how things really go by here. Getting fed is the
Malaysian way of humble yet loving hospitality. We are always flushed with
food, either from fishermen who go to the market to sell his catch and stops by
to get us some laksa or famous noodles, food we do not savor here normally. Sometimes
local people here who happens to go out to town return with bundles of fruits,
packets of food and more or less anything that you do not get to see here on a
daily basis. Sometimes it is just the extra mile a fellow colleague goes to fry
empty flour mixed with water, which turns out to be REALL GOOD. Haha! Such is
our Malaysian way. To eat, to be fed and to know that we bond over food, is a
tradition, a culture, we Malaysians are proud of that even makes an outsider
amazingly envious.
And among other times, it is just not food that adds to my
beautiful journey here. Children, pupils whom we teach simply find ways to bond
with. They speak knowing that I do not understand a single thing but still know
that in some distance, I have gotten their words. I am too flustered that not
being able to reply, I somehow respond in ways that these children never seem
to get bored of. And no, I do not make up as a clown and go around making
puppies out of thin long balloons. We are originally what we are. And that
makes every moment, bitter or sweet, become a benchmark to which you will miss
when you leave, which has somehow also been my motto. To know that you will be
missed when you leave is not an achievement any other person can claim. It takes
just being who you truly are, honest and sincere in what you do to make things
somehow better. Sometimes, it is not about making someone or something succeed.
It is about the impact upon which we leave them on that returns us that feeling
of grief and gratitude when we leave. Forget about making differences. Think about
making a person smile a day, and that itself will bring you many pauses the
moment you decide to leave or when time calls you.
Parents who talk to you and share stories soon become good
friends. Unknowns whom you humbly portray yourself upon acknowledge you.
Colleagues, whom you never have met before become a place where you share personal opinions. These
are the things not everyone gets. And as thankful I am for having being blessed
with such happenings, I also fret upon others. To think that life is always
beautiful, somehow gets you thinking that you may only be assuming it or just
wanting to believe that it is. What truly lies hidden beneath is what we choose
to see or embrace. Somehow, though I am at peace here, I find myself troubled
in things I am not accustomed of.
You see, when you choose to become a teacher, you have to
answer one very big question. If you do not sense this in the beginning, life
itself will bring it upon you, which you will then think about it and wonder,
is this really how things are? Is this the real reality or some prettily
adorned mirage? A simple yet much to think about question, I myself know not
where to begin or how to end it.
Do you teach to what your heart says? Or do you teach to
what is expected of you?
Ok now that makes it two questions. LOL.
You know it is real when you enter a class and teach and
return home, knowing your pupils learnt nothing. You know it is true when you
strive so hard to do something, only to test your patience to the edge, and in
the end, nothing much has changed. You know it is the real deal when what is
done is difficult to be undone, and that being stuck in the middle disgusts you
so much so that you think what really matters.
Yourself?
Them, your students?
The surrounding?
Or, everything together?
I am sad that there are among those pupils who really could
care less for what they are responsible for. I am sad that there are among
those who really try but just cannot make it. I am sad that when these pupils
try so hard to live in this reality but only to be shoveled deeper further in
very unjustly circumstances.
Maturity.
Syllabus.
Attitude.
Assessment.
Humility
Human, people like you and I and those in between.
Such are things that I can boldly shove out, but no, not
today. And why you may ask?
Simply because, we live in a world today where little is
known of the real deal and much is believed about those that aren’t.
And so, when answering that two big questions, which would
be your path? Will you teach to what your heart says or will you succumb to
what is expected of you and try to make something out of it?
If you ask me, I believe in humanity, humility, maturity and
attitude. If you still do not understand, read through once more, and what is
lacking is what I do not believe on, which then puts me on a stage I know I will
be missed when I leave.
This is because, at the end of the day, life never really
gets to evaluate you. It is you who assess life and try to make a difference,
even if it means going to lengths, I shamelessly call, integrity.