Good bye SMK Seafield

Last year, right before Christmas, I was informed that I'll be teaching in SMK Seafield for my 3-months teaching practicum. So I was eager (and so nervous at the same time!) to know the school. Another thing to think about was where on earth are we (I and Ally) going to live? Then, I started to google for its location as well as some information about the school.

Why I was so nervous? A lot of my students didn't know that I'm not a teacher yet. I'm just a trainee teacher. So that was my first encounter with a real school, real teachers and real students! After 3 years sitting in the classroom learning how to do lesson plans, how to teach, etc, the faculty assigned me to teach in SMK Seafield! I wasn't ready. The next thing I knew I'm here at Subang Jaya! We found a house and we rent a room. The house is just a stone's throw away from the school so we just walked to school.

First day, I freaked out! All of us (I and Ally, and two male trainee teachers) were in Morning Session for our orientation week. I didn't know how to react to the new things. Too much information and new things to learn. I went home saying, 'Oh no. This is it!' At the end of the orientation week, I got familiar with the school and I became more comfortable walking around the school and talking to people.

The next week, I and Ally started teaching in Afternoon Session. I was given 1 Gigih and 1 Luhur. From that week on, my life was like a roller coaster. Sometimes I felt happy because I can see progress in my students' learning process. Sometimes I felt angry because some of the students didn't want to learn. Sometimes I felt like crying because I felt so sad looking at my students who didn't want to learn and they don't realize that by doing that, they have so much to lose. Sometimes I felt touched because they helped me carrying books, sending messages, and so on. Then, there was a changed in the school timetable and I had to leave 1 Gigih. I was given 1 Damai. The first day I taught them, my supervisor came to observe me so I can't do ice-breaking with the students. I was quite sad actually because I didn't get the chance to know them before I teach them. Even by now, I haven't remembered all their names! (I'm sorry 1 Damai) But I do remember their faces. I'm good at remembering faces :)

About three weeks before I leave the school, everyday, I think about how am I going to leave the school? I'm in love with the school already! It was a mixed feelings, you know. I was happy because teaching practicum would be over soon but I was (and AM) sad at the same time because I have to leave the school.





Yesterday was my last day in SMK Seafield. I woke up yesterday feeling sad. I said to myself "I never thought this day would come". But it did come and it was not under my control.

I would like to thank all of my students (especially 1 Damai, 1 Gigih, and 1 Luhur) for everything. The cake, the cards, the presents, I am so touched. I hope you will remember me always and please, please, please, be good to each other (and to the teachers as well). I wish you all the best in everything you do (if it's a good thing la) and whenever you feel like you cannot do something, please know that somewhere on the globe, there's a teacher called Miss Angelina, who believe that YOU CAN DO IT!

Being a teacher in SMK Seafield for 3 months is indeed a Christmas present in disguise. Last Christmas, instead of celebrating it happily, I was worried thinking about my teaching practicum. Little did I know that in the next 3 months, I would experience one of the best moments in my life. And I thank God for that.

Leaving is never easy. It's like a wound in my heart. At this moment, I don't know when will it heal.

Love,
Miss Angelina