EnGlish AnD Me I have just read a post in Umar’s blog. It is quite interesting when I read about his past experience with his English teacher. Well, I believe in his story because what has happened to him had much likely to happen to me before. I admit that I’m not very good in English. Plus, it has been my weakness since I was in primary school. Hish… I never get no1 in class just because of my English. How sad is that? How can I even pass my Ausmat? Same like Umar, when I was still in primary school, I had a conflict with my English teacher. It happened when I was in standard 3. My class was at the science laboratory since there were not enough classrooms at that time. But it was much more comfortable than usual classroom. I had an English teacher who I will never forget her name. She was very straight when teaching and frequently punished the students especially when they did not complete their homework. I was a school prefect at that time. To make it short, one day, I ‘accidently’ didn’t finish my English homework. Too busy I think. Huhu… When it came to the English lesson, the teacher checked all our homework and of course, I and several of my friends who did not finish the homework were called to the front of the class. I’m not very afraid at that time as there were many of my friends were called. So, I would not feel very much ashamed when being punished by the teacher. When it came the time for all of us to be given a stroke of rattan, suddenly the teacher called my name first instead of my other friends. I started to feel strange but just followed the order. She gave me 10 strokes of rattan at my back, straight without stopping. The pain was terrible and only god know how it feels. Then all of us were asked to sit down. I felt like, wtf… How about my other friends? Why don’t they get the same punishment as me?
The teacher said that all punishments of my friends were transferred to me as I’m the only prefect who did not finish the homework. She said that I should be a good example to others and that’s why she only punished me. Well, what a ‘good’ excuse. She didn’t care to anyone’s feeling. Yes, I admit that I’ve done a wrong thing but the thing is why I was the only one being punished? It is just because I’m the school prefect and I can’t do anything wrong? People make mistakes and sometimes they keep on doing it (hehe). Even the prime minister sometimes makes mistakes. What is expected from the 9-years-old student? Being perfect all the time? Of course not… I’m not a spoilt brat who cannot accept such punishment but what actually I’m seeking for is justice. If the teacher can be fair, then it will be okay for me. I won’t hate her and I can still accept her as my teacher. Since that day onward, I had no interest in English. Even when I scored a very bad result in the English paper I’ll say like, ‘let it be’. I don’t care anymore. Besides, I also gave up my position as the school prefect and promised not to be a prefect for my whole life. My life changed after the incident. I started to hate prefects. Except those who are my good friends (hehe). I’m not blaming that teacher to be the reason why I’m not good in English. I actually thanked her as she had taught me a good lesson in life; we must be fair to all. Now, I start to regret my own doing. I should not have done that to my teacher. As a student, we should respect the teacher because we gain knowledge from what they teach. If we don’t respect them, then the knowledge that we get is worthless. No barakah(blessing) in that knowledge. That what happen to me. I never say sorry to her for all my bad doings. As a result, I will never success in my English, except if I can see her again and apologize to her. It is like I’m being haunted by ‘tulah’ and never can get away from it.
Well, I think that’s all for now. I’m really sorry teacher. If I have a chance to meet you again, I’ll try to fix the situation. For now, I’ll try my best to success in Ausmat program and manage to continue my studies to the broad land of Australia, an English country. Insyallah. May god decides what is best for us. Peace.
