Thursday, November 4, 2010

ron clark vs ckgu nadia

sedar tak sedar dah almost a year aku berkhidmat kat skolah teknik ipoh as temporary teacher..n all i can say is i'm gonna miss those moment yg terbaaiikkk diskolah tu..mengenali ape itu experience..bkn naif sgt tp cume kurang arif.

campur tolak hari ni..tinggal 9 hari sje lagi...ok..cpt2 kirebawah..suka duka kat skolah ni mmg takkan dpt aku lupe..sila la percaya..blum ade ckgu yg sanggup malukan diri jatuh dpn student..n yurp..thats me...sgt malu weihh..tpi tak malu maka tak cinta...

then keseronokkan yg tidak terbanding bila aku berjaya bersama2 dgn student bukak gerai mase open day skolah tu..takde menda nk segan ok!maybe those senior teacher,dorg dah tak terlarat nk layan zass pe'el bdk2 ting 4 yg berjiwa usahawan..smgt bukak gerai..n gigih nk meniaga..tpi utk aku yg muda belia ni..menda niaga2 ni buat aku pn semangat same..menjual ice-blended,cheezy nugget n cheezy wedges modal kitorg..aku pn cuak jugak..mane tau rugi mengatasi untung..udah ler aku yg kuarkan sume modal plus yg skit2 from diorg..the best part is ko akn rase ko lah chef terbaik yg menjadi rujukan..just imagine..sekejap2 yg si pengoreng nugget akn panggil.."ckgu2,ni dah masak ke blum"..kang selang 3minit tnya vangga tak?tired but its all end up menguntungkan.itu yg pnting..nnt kan story membelanje diorg mkn domino's bile aku rajin..

next..yg aku ingt..student2 terbaikkk sepjg aku mengajar..sume pn terbaaaiikkk..kang tacing lak kalo tak sebut sorg ni mmg aku sgt suke since the first day ngajar die..n aku jugak support bile die dicalonkan jadi pengawas..dlm hati berkata..andai jdik ketua pengawas pn mmg layak...n guess what..hari ni die dilantik as ketua pengawas for next year..unfortunately,ckgu dah takde FARID KARIM..please do your very best!jgn lupe pelajaran..utamakan belajar..nnt ckgu ade ank,ckgu letak name kamu...cewah3!

being a teacher mgkin semua org mampu...tapi to be the very most bestest teacher tak sume mampu..atleast aku telah mencuba yg terbaikkk..smoga aku menang dihati student2 aku..walaupun aku hanya guru sementara yg tak punya pape...jiwang sudey!

so this sumthing called inspiration method...enjoy reading n doakan aku jugak mampu jadi seperti RON CLARK

The first day my new teacher walked into our school in Spanish Harlem, I burst out laughing. Ron Clark was this young white guy from North Carolina who talked with a funny Southern accent. He said he used to be a singing waiter. I thought, Who is this guy? He's a complete joke.
It was 1999 and I was in the fifth grade at New York City's P.S. 83. I figured I'd spend most of the year in the principal's office. I'd always been a troublemaker. I'd get yelled at, and then the teachers would give up on me. I thought that's what would happen with Ron Clark.
I was wrong. That first week, I kept mocking him. He hauled me out to the hallway and said I'd better shape up. "Tamara," he said, "you're a smart kid. You can do better."
He told me I was a natural leader and that I'd go far in life if I started applying myself. I was mad at first, but then something happened: I began to respect him. There were 29 students in our class, and it didn't take long for us to realize that Ron Clark was no ordinary teacher.
He was only 27 and had the most unusual way of teaching. To help us learn the states and capitals, he changed the lyrics of a popular rap hit called "Thong Song" and had us sing and dance with him. When we read the Harry Potter books, he decorated our classroom like Hogwarts. And during the Presidential election, he put campaign posters on the walls and covered the room with 5,000 red, white and blue stars.
Like most teachers, he had lots of rules: Treat each other like family. Don't butt in line. But the real difference was how involved he was. Mr. Clark ate with us in the lunchroom instead of going to the teachers' lounge. At first, my friends and I were thinking, What is he doing?
He asked us what was going on in our lives. At recess, he came outside with us, and we taught him how to jump rope. When it snowed, Mr. Clark, who'd never seen snow before, pelted us with snowballs, and we pelted him back.
Before coming to P.S. 83, he taught at Snowden Elementary in his hometown, Belhaven, North Carolina. His parents were DJs at dance clubs, so he grew up with music and energy. He wanted a life of adventure, he told me, but his mom encouraged him to apply for a position at Snowden when one of the teachers passed away. Mr. Clark ended up loving it. He came to Harlem because he'd seen a TV show about our troubled schools and the lack of qualified teachers. He wanted a challenge. Boy, did he get one. When I met him, I had a lot of anger inside of me. I've lived my whole life in Spanish Harlem with my mom, grandmother and little sister, Ivy. I never had a father, but in my neighborhood that's not unusual. You have to watch yourself. There are shoot-ups all the time. I know kids who have been shot or beaten up. I have friends who ended up in jail or pregnant. I could have ended up that way, too, but Mr. Clark and my mom wouldn't let that happen.
Mr. Clark worked long hours, making sure I did my work. My grades rose. In fact, our whole fifth-grade class's scores rose in math and reading. In sixth grade, I entered the gifted program, and Mr. Clark was the teacher. I felt so lucky to have him for a second year!
He took our class to see The Phantom of the Opera, and it was the first time some kids had ever been out of Harlem. Before the show, he treated us to dinner at a restaurant and taught us not to talk with our mouths full -- stuff you don't usually learn in the ghetto. He told us to say "Yes, ma'am" and "No, sir." We didn't want to let him down.
None of us were surprised when Mr. Clark was selected as Disney's 2000 Teacher of the Year. When he learned he'd won, he said he would draw three names out of a hat; those students would go with him to Los Angeles to get the award. But when it came time to draw names, Mr. Clark said, "You're all going."
He got donations to fly all 37 of us out to Disneyland in California and put us up at the Hilton. We were there for three days. People were amazed, but Mr. Clark really cared about us. There's no way I can imagine most teachers doing that. No way. But he saw something in us that nobody else saw.
n student or sape saje..this is for u'all..

n this is what i get as a reward..thnx dear student!


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