Aku Wanita Biasa

Actually i couldnt find the right sentences to start this story.It is a TRUE STORY.. let me brief you guys first bout my core subject for these few semester...I gave lecture for an Instrumentation subject for electrical engineering student whose taking diploma or their certificate. I'd already taught the subject for almost 5-6 semesters but none of these sems gives me a story to remember much...

But this semester, it was different.

This semester...there was a story that i will remember.

There was a male student. He was an ordinary student.Nothing  much to be impressed of. He's not the smartest one...He sat at the back of the class. He always run late for my class. My class was in the middle of the day. Every MONDAY...12pm-2pm....and he always LATE. And i always ignore him entering my class after 30mins of lecture....15mins lecture...and sometimes...my class almost ended and yet...he still come to my class...sitting at the back....trying to catching up...

Well...i hate to reprimand my student....but i still welcome them to my class though they were late. I know..maybe some of you would say that i'm too soft with the student and dets y they did not respect me and the class....well...I would say det...I AM NOT SOFT...and I AM NOT KIND HEARTED....i treat the student quite cold but not with words...because sometimes, action speaks louder than words....in my class..there will be no second chance...no ReQuiz...no ReTest..No stuff like more assignments for adding your carry marks....No tips...And No Everything...there's only one shot. Those who ever taken my subject would know...If you think you will FAIL....Then YOU WILL FAIL!..Unless the whole class fail...then i'll give another chance...

And this specific male student knew my rule. But yet...he still dare came to my class with that atittitude..for this sem, there were two trials given to the students in my class to test their input in my class...And this specific male student fail the first trial, with few others....

Still..this one and only specific students intrigue me more than others...Why?...NEVER once he failed to say SORRY for each time he was late for the class...late for submitting any assignment...and late for everything...

So...one day..i approached him at the end of the class....

It was a renderless confession...HE was not yet even 20yrs old...and he was struggling to get a certificate in Electrical Eng....and he was almost penniless....I regain my composure and advice him to be struggle for his second test and final exam....

Few weeks later, i went to Pasar Minggu Satok with my husband...lingering around thinking what i want to cook for the whole weekend....And there....I saw HIM...he was looking at me from far...as if trying to hide himself..maybe he was shy...and i went directly to him...ignoring the loud noise of the other fish monger yelling promoting their terubok (if u ever went to Satok..u'll know wat i mean).....

And i bought his Ikan Terubok....and he was correct..the smaller terubok is the best.

While he was packaging my terubok...he put some fish roe inside the packaging......and said:

I almost scolded him for that...it will burn him rm20++ per gram...but theres a look on his face; hoping  me to accept the 'gift'..and i accept the 'gift'...the delighted face of him was picturesque..And..he even thank me again when i'm the one who is suppose to thank him....

Few weeks later...second trial began and...he FAILED again....

I was quite dissapointed....so i approached him again for the last time..before his final exam...

This time he was squatting on the floor..and i'm on the lecturer's chair...His head was looking down...feeling dismayed...I didnt hv the heart to scold;reminding him again of his responsibility...and so...i'd gave him one final advice.

And it was a solemn promise...

He pass in his final exam...even without his carrymarks....he PASS my paper.In fact..his final marks help much rather than his carry marks...

 I cant help myself weeping a bit after finished marking his paper....the evidence of a hardwork and determination was in my hand....I even told my colleague who's sitting behind me...Caroline....

And my colleague puzzled when she saw me dabbing my eyes with the tissue...for the first time...i cried while marking final exam papers....a cry of happiness..because my student PASS....though its almost impossible....because most of student depend on their carry marks...and it is quite hard to score in final exam except that your are det Brilliant!

And this student of mine...he was just an ordinary one...Not the smartest one...yet..he struggle so det much..i will remember him for the rest of my life...because he will always remind me the main reason why i became a lecturer.....

To my dear student...You may think that you're not that genius...but you have other talent...you do have other skills..You can do the hands-on task job better than your smartest classmates...I know you're better...because dets wat your're best at...The certificate that you will receive is only a paper...Hop u will more succeed in future and stay focus on what ur best at!..You'll beat others....Trust me.

********And this true terubok ikan masin story will not end here..it will continue as long as i'm alive. Life is not a fairy tales..but i will try to live telling great tales about others********