The long break is finally here. After working the whole year, the endless travels I had to make every possible weekends just to be with my hubby and family. Now that I'm here for 6 weeks, nothing is more enticing than being at home, going out to where I want, massages, food galore, u name it. :-)
I've downloaded a checklist app to my phone and I inserted everything I had in mind, the things that I wished to do during the holidays. Some were already ticked off, some are still there but what's the rush eh? :-)
So here I am.. spending my time mostly at home, being all wifey and my heart wishing hard that I would get the transfer that I applied for the 5th time.
I filled in the application last September and I came to know that the result will be out in November. It is now coming towards the end of November but still no answer. You can say that I don't really anticipate for the answer, I don't really want to rush it. I want it to take their time if the people involved in it really want to think things through, inter-state result was out and now, we're waiting for the inter-district result, the one that involves me.
Penantian itu satu penyeksaan. Well, so they say... but to me, it's okay. Who knows the blessing behind all the melodramatic wait that I'm in will give me the answer that I am hoping for.
Reminiscing on the JPN trips that we had to make back and forth just for the sake of transferring, my parents went there... my in-laws ... my husband... several times just to plead for help, PLEAD.... I wonder why is this matter can't be tackled easily. I often heard the same excuse given by THEM. No place for English teachers, there are more English teachers in ALL of the school in KK district YET still there are teachers placed in these schools. Why did a friend of mine told me that she had to do a lot of reliefs to sit in as subs because they don't have enough English teachers.
God is my only resort. HE has always been. I just need to trust HIM and believe that HE knows what is best for me. I know He listens to my prayers. Now, I am just going to continuously pray and hope for the best. Pray for me? :-)
Til next time.. :-)
Hoping my living moment stays alive within the words written here... How I Lived, Loved, Laughed and Cried... :-)
Tuesday, 26 November 2013
Thursday, 14 November 2013
A Great Revival...
I needed a fresh start, a fresh page to write about the sequence of events which took part in my life and so Lo and Behold, the new blog... :-)
Where should I begin, I graduated with flying colors (I'll give myself the credit hehe) and now, I'm an English teacher sent away to serve the young generation of Kemabong, Tenom. At the moment, my heart is already at home, it has always been there where I left it, my husband a.k.a Jimmer James Mule, the love of my life.
To start off, I'd like to talk about my life now as a teacher(I know, I know.. You're probably thinking that this might be boring but I want to do this, 20 to 30 years from now, my children will be reading this)
As a little girl, I have always wanted to become an English Teacher. Growing up, I was so amazed at how they talk in class sharing the things they know, apart from teaching what they were supposed to teach. I was still in the era of innocence and at that time, they seemed to know everything. I was amazed by them. Their charisma, confidence and flair. Oh yes, their flair... they intrigued me.
As a teenager, my passion to become a teacher faded, it was there underneath puberty and the confused-identity but not as strong as it was before. It was the time I really wanted to live my life freely. The time when I thought I knew what I was doing. In school, all the fame and glory (more like getting busted breaking the rules and noticed by a lot of people) was like gold to me. The only thing standing in the way were the teachers but I guess, they were only doing their jobs.
As I grew older, wiser, I was back to my childhood dream. I think it was my calling.
Here I am at last, in Kemabong, Tenom where my baby steps of being a teacher started.
More to come soon... to be continued. :-p
Where should I begin, I graduated with flying colors (I'll give myself the credit hehe) and now, I'm an English teacher sent away to serve the young generation of Kemabong, Tenom. At the moment, my heart is already at home, it has always been there where I left it, my husband a.k.a Jimmer James Mule, the love of my life.
To start off, I'd like to talk about my life now as a teacher(I know, I know.. You're probably thinking that this might be boring but I want to do this, 20 to 30 years from now, my children will be reading this)
As a little girl, I have always wanted to become an English Teacher. Growing up, I was so amazed at how they talk in class sharing the things they know, apart from teaching what they were supposed to teach. I was still in the era of innocence and at that time, they seemed to know everything. I was amazed by them. Their charisma, confidence and flair. Oh yes, their flair... they intrigued me.
As a teenager, my passion to become a teacher faded, it was there underneath puberty and the confused-identity but not as strong as it was before. It was the time I really wanted to live my life freely. The time when I thought I knew what I was doing. In school, all the fame and glory (more like getting busted breaking the rules and noticed by a lot of people) was like gold to me. The only thing standing in the way were the teachers but I guess, they were only doing their jobs.
As I grew older, wiser, I was back to my childhood dream. I think it was my calling.
Here I am at last, in Kemabong, Tenom where my baby steps of being a teacher started.
More to come soon... to be continued. :-p
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