Assalamualaikum,
“One way to open your eyes is to ask yourself, 'What if I
had never seen this before? What if I knew I would never see it again?'”
-Rachel Carson-
there was a boy who successfully opened my eyes. His name was Aiman. The only thing that made me remember of him was naughty/ignorant.
kids these days were different than us when we're young. the way they think. the way they behave. the way they show their respect to the adults n etc.
i was once a kid who was brought up in a village far away from a luxury life. i had never ever had any chance to taste the crunchiness of KFC chicken until i was in year 5.
i was a kampung girl who loved to play boyish games. i loved fishing.
i was a girl who walked to school everyday until we moved to Kamunting.
I was a girl who always respected my teacher. dulu la. sekarang. dalam kelas sembang dok belakang sekali main phone. haha. ampun!
Aiman and I were two different person but we were brought up in almost similar environment
tapi, tak boleh compare sangat la kan. zaman berubah.
He was the one who gave me the card that I pasted on my blog in the previous post. What made me excited/happy when I received the card and read his wish was he voluntarily said sorry and even expressed his forgiveness and begged me to return to the school and taught him.
yelah, when i was teaching him for about 8 weeks, I never expected him to say sorry or even do my work cz he always refused. It was either he would disturb his classmates or make annoying faces or imitate my words and actions.
The first person whom I would expressed my anger to was him. how could I hold my anger when someone was imitating my words and actions in front of me? *geram*
ampun. i always made him stand up. in front of his classmates.
entahlah. i wasn't a good teacher either cz i know nothing to do except making him stand up in one corner.
wait! when i asked him to make puppets and story book, he could concentrate and stay focus till the end of the lesson. meaning, he loved hands on activities rather than listening to lectures and completing worksheets.
but, i had to cater with 23 humans. How could I keep my eyes only on him and prepared hands on activities for each and every lesson. tell me how!.
I sometimes asked him, 'what's your problem, Aiman?'. He would smile like he did nothing wrong whilst the others would shout, he was lazy not only in your class, teacher!
He was a clever boy but sadly, he suffered from a serious disease known as pencil phobia. pemalas nak pegang pencil. grrr.
i dunno what else to do with him but he successfully carved a long lasting memory in my cerebral cortex.
kids are special. he is one of those special human beings.
May Allah protect him.
