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The last moment
Writing below ini gw ambil dari skul nuspaper gw yang last edition dan mungkin taon depan ga ada lagi.. soalnya crew nya juga [termasuk gw] kan dah mo ujian o' level.. comicer nya juga dah mo o'level.. dah sec4 semua ini pada.. makanya kayaknya dah mo bubaran.. nah.. writing dibawah ini, sebenernya a writing from a teacher, tapi prefer namanya anonymous.. ga mo dikasih tau.. tapi saat gw baca writingnya ini, rasanya perasaan gw terharu or.. somekind like that.. rasanya sweet.. warm.. i dunno y, but yeah.. juz read guys:
When I first walked through the cold and icy walls of this school, there was nothing much to call "HOME SWEET HOME". The walls were lifeless and the chairs hadn't been worn yet.
"Good morning class! Take out a sheet of paper and write a short story about yourself..." I finally managed to break the silence when there was an orchestra of murmur across the room.
After reading their stories, I felt some kind of connection with them. I was able to understand a little about each one of them. As time went by, the ice began to melt. They started to get closer to me, wanting to know more about me and I was able to approach them in a more humanly manner.
As I walk down the hall now, there's warmth which brings a smile to my face. The walls are now covered in clothes of blue, yellow, green and red. I walk into the classroom and I'm showered with greetings of endless smiles. Further down the hall are students that feel close enough to shout out "Hi Mom!"
This has been the best two years of my teaching experience. It is no longer a place where I come to work wo but a place to call my second home.
They are my adopted children and I'm their adopted parent. Leaving them would be the hardest thing for me to do. Like a captain abandoning ship, like a mother abandoning her child. It's almost impossible to do. But they themselves will one day leave, taking with them a part of me. And whatever I have taught them will follow them wherever they may go.
....guess who..
Posted by Ja
Ne-Fe . Friday, May 28, 2004 @ 7:03:00 pm |
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