Day In, Day Out

I have this quote on my workspace: I could spend hours staring at this whilst letting all the memories of my failure flash before me. I cannot tell which one has the biggest impact in my life yet every each of it helps me to become the person I am today.   Failure. Too frequent, it's failure that stops us from proceeding with what we are good at. It is not because we have became less capable than we were before , it is merely because we could not stand the pressure and the tense of failing. Besides that we take failure as an innate quality , we let all the negative self-talks and thoughts such as; 'Why me ...', 'This is God's punishment ...', 'Only if ...', and 'I should have ...' creep in our heads. Bad enough, as it is a real struggle to shush them away, we let them reside in our heads as long as they wish to. Then, we get complacent (and everything starts to fall). Most of the time, we stand the belief that time heals.

The debates over punishments in school is nothing new. It dates back to a time when no one could even tell. It is the practice that could bring two close parties into irreconcilable arguments due to the fact that different parties own different creeds to an extent in which punishments can be considered as acceptable or appropriate. As for me, I am not a proponent of punishments as too often, I find punishments fail its own objective.  Once, I resorted to punishments when my students failed to complete my homework. Throughout my working experience, I had asked my students to individually sing an English song, made them do push ups and even sent them out with the uncompleted task. If the objective of my punishment was to publicly humiliate my students for not doing their homework, I scored quite well but that was not it. My punishment aimed at making my students' regret of not doing the assigned task kicked in and that they will try harder, next time, to do

It has been a while since my last post. I have been very busy adapting and getting comfortable with my new life that I literally do not have time to sit, reflect and write. My life seems to flash before my eyes. Among so many things that have happened in the last few months, the following stands up the most: starting my first real job. On April 1st, fate brought me to a religious school in Tumpat, Kelantan. At the point of knowing, I was in favour of neither the type of school nor the county I am placed in. To cut it short, I was not interested whatelse eager to be there. My father managed to locate the school after a long haul travel down the one-way road cuts through paddy fields and villages. It was not a pleasant journey and the school was not the kind of school one who graduated from abroad would expect to be placed in. I am not trying to be proud but the school is  NOT  the kind of school one would see in their everyday life as the school I am in can be