A Failure?

The sight of him puffing still haunts me even after a few weeks have passed. I failed as a teacher. I could give myself some consolation though. I was young and I'm no motivator. I also did not go through any teaching lessons. What I taught was through my experience of being a student for the past 14 years. So does that mean my teachers fail?

So many thoughts racing and corrupting my mind each day. Help me Lord. Why did I fail as his Civic Lesson Teacher. I told them not to smoke. I explained to them the dangers of smoking. I even demonstrated the effects of smoking to them through pictures and newspapers articles. What did I do wrong?

Nobody is perfect. Nobody will be perfect. I know that. But why? Why him? Why me to receive this blow? Did God put me into this for a reason? i guess.... Only time will tell. But until it is explained, I remain a failure....

The Smoking Top Boy

Actually, the real reason for me to start blogging again is because of 'him'. Honestly, I couldn't remember his name and I do not want to create one for his sake. (Not a trait of a teacher huh? Well, not a trait of a future Doctor either)
Well, this boy was alright in his english. Defitinion of 'alright' here refers to the ability to construct a sentence with less than 2 errors. And with this 'alright' status, he was entitled to a score of (if I'm not mistaken) 70 over for his English Test.
He was form 1 when I taught him and I thought he would be a great achiever in the future. To be honest, those thoughts were 2 years ago.
I saw him again a few weeks back when I was driving around that school. I saw him riding a bicycle with his friend. I wanted to talk to him as I was eager to know how is he now. I made an U turn and headed for him. He was wearing a sports T shirt, a sign that the Sukan Something is coming up and he was there for some compulsary practice thing.
I was about to stop the car when I saw him stop his bicycle and started puffing. Enough said.

The Prodigal Sir

After 2 years, I'm surprised this blog still exists. The reason why I stopped writing this blog was because I was LAZY. Many things and events happened during my days as the young sir. I took them for granted you see. I thought it is just a waste of time to write them down when none of my friends will be reading it.

How wrong was I. The experience I learnt when I was in that school was really amazing. It is applicable in my uni life. It is applicable in Nasi Kandar. And it is even applicable in the TOILET! Of course, there are so many mini stories worth telling. I promise I will go slowly. Each as detail as my memory takes me.


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