HAPPY BIRTHDAY OCTOBER BABIES.

On 29th of October, we celebrated the much awaited birthday party for the students of UO and ZB.
To Ashikin, Hezwan, Haini, Azral, Faiza- Happy Birthday and many more happy wishes for the coming birthdays.

Which one is the birthday girl? Emmm...

So sweet, the 'Birthday Babies'.

















Friends and birthday goes together- the best gift during a birthday.

Where are the Zaba and Ungku Omar boys?-Ooooo I can see Hakim and his new shaven head.

Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to yoooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!

Memories are Lived, Not Created

Minutes turn into an hour, an hour into a day, a day turns into a month, and a month turns into a year. The years have moved and soon only memories will be left behind at SMK Kamunting. Every second brings forth huge expectations. A lot of events have occurred, some were good and some were bad but at the end of the day, we made a difference. Difference in our own lives and the people around us.

It breaks our hearts to leave but life goes on. Our path ends here and taking off somewhere else. We might leave the school but the memories we gained will always remain in our hearts. We still remember the day when we registered for Form Six. It was filled with anger and frustration. We did not quite accept the fact that we were stuck in this situation whereas the lucky ones were in colleges. What was left in the classroom, ended up being our friends? Most of us were strangers and that made the journey more exciting. Making new friends is always good and learning made it easier.

We were placed in two classes based on our choice of subjects. Did not make any difference but the only difference was we were known as business and arts students. The days following, we started opening pages of books that were weird to most of us because we were never exposed to subjects like business especially for those students that came from Science stream. It was not only the subject that changed but the approach used by the teachers as well changed. We never expected English to be different. Miss Suzanne was her name and she was one strict lady. The approach to learning MUET and English 1119 was totally different. We never would have seen it if it was for her repetition of how difficult the paper was going to be.

We had to acquire the language in four different ways and we only had one year to do it. By mid-2009, we sat for the examination. Out of the many examinations that we sat for, sitting for MUET was unique as we were given a pencil and a pen before the examination. It was so sweet of Miss Suzanne to get for us these stationery, it was not much but it is the thought that counts. we sat through the examination hoping that we would make it with the minimum of Band 3 but unfortunately, most of us did not. We were sad and crushed but what is done is done.

We never felt so scared in any exams except during this exam because we were tempted with so many distractions. It was not only one paper we had to face but also different papers that tested our ability. 'The Sound Machine' outside the examination room was not helping us at all. It was though Klausner had to test his machine while we were sitting for the writing paper. Even when we did not sit in an air-conditioned room, we still felt very cold- that was the feeling of fear. To make the matter worst, we had to sit for our speaking examination with an officer from the Mr Potato factory.

School examinations followed one by one, we competed with the best. It was a healthy competition because no one got hurt. It made us a much better person. But for sure the examination that we are not looking forward to is STPM. Not to say that we are not prepared but it is just that, are we really prepared. Only time will tell, when the examination results comes out next year.

As students, we came to realize that there is more to any students' life. What makes us better in life is realizing who we are. the gift within us can only be seen when we see everything as a challenge and learn to accept it as a gift. Two classes have a story on its own and the way they shared it was being among F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

(Written by the students of PPU-Ungku Omar and Zaba)
(Edited by Miss Suzanne)

My Students are My Teachers

Memories will remain forever and ever. It might be good and it might even be bad but whatever it is, it is here to stay. As steps are taken in life, the chapters are written. Each chapter has its own significance and when one would to look back, it depends on the individual, whether he or she sees it positively or negatively.

I never knew that school life was the best memory anyone would have. I still look back to those days as a student in Convent and Dr. Burhanuddin, I indeed learnt a lot about building and strengthening one's character. A school is a place where one can shape their future based on the facts laid in front of us from our teachers. Who we will be in the future begins in a place called classroom.

I am a teacher now and I am still learning. Every day, it is a lesson to be learnt. My students are my teachers. They only see one person in front of them but I see 20 teachers in front of me. How remarkable the experience is. Who I am as a teacher is shaped by my own students. If I am angry, it is because my students made me angry, if I am happy, it is because my students made me happy, if I am inspired, it is because of my students, if I am motivated, it is because of my students, if I cry, it is because of my students. The list goes on but the fact is- I am still a student and I react like a student.

If I am a student then the rest are my teachers. Being a teacher is seeing oneself in that position. We need to see what our students see. Every lesson needs to be planned with us in it. How would we learn and how it should be approached.

Even though I am an English teacher today, I did not acquire the language well because of my past English Language teachers. I was not taught how to write or read or even speak in English. I aced the subject because it was spoken at home. Being the youngest, I had the privilege of learning the tricks from my sisters and brother.

I only knew how grammar worked when I started teaching. I learned how to comprehend a text because I started learning and I learned how to write because I started doing research. The point is that, I started teaching myself for my students. My students opened my eyes to see what I am capable of and how I can use my capabilities to teach them. That is why I address them as my teachers. They taught me things I never knew, I knew.

Students in a classroom can make a huge difference in the life of a teacher. They are a blessing in disguise.

(In honour of my past, present and future 'teachers'. Thank you)

Can Life Get Any Better?

I wish I could turn back the clock. I want things to change so much. Being a teacher is a headache. I hate teaching...I always have. I tried running away from this profession that people address as noble but being in it, I realised it is not noble at all.

Maybe it is too soon to speak as it is only my 7th year in the teaching profession but it is indeed long and I can't take it anymore. I hate people telling me what to do especially when they say I am wrong. How can I be wrong? When all I have done were for my students. I never did anything for myself and they still accuse me of being 'Power Crazy'. Where is the sense in that?

I HATE people who treat me like a puppet. I do not like to be told how to teach when they are not in my shoes. I know my shoes and I know where I am standing- in front of my students and I know what they need and I believe in what I do so to all those who be little me... STOP IT!!!!! Let me be who I am- I am a TEACHER and I want to be proud in what I do.