4:21 AM 3 comments
I saw a piece of paper near a trash! There were some words written! I can't go on without reading it. It was titled "Words To My Perfect Teacher". So...
“Try to be human being not just a teaching machine. Do not touch only a subject, but rather teach us students. Let me feel that you are interested in me as a human being not just a number in your note book.
Do not judge me by the marks I get in my test, but rather by the effort I make. Do not expect me to think of school and studies as the greatest pleasure in life. They are not at least for me. Do not expect me to prefer the subject which you teach. Other subjects may be interested too, and perhaps even more so, at least for me.
Teach me with your smile and make me feel that I'm important too, in this world. Help me to learn, study and judge myself, not just to memorize the ready-made answers. Remember, once upon a time, you were a student yourself. Did you always get good marks in your test? Did you never forget a thing? Are you perfect in anything? Did you never make a mistake?
When a teacher teaches only one subject, how can I be good in all the subjects. It may sometimes even be painful to check my exam paper full of mistakes and incorrect answers, my paper may spoil your temper, you may have expected more from me but you should also understand my situation when I did that paper.
But one day..."
I hoped he/she continued!
9:35 PM No comments
It’s my story of 2009 and 2010, and a little, but memorable incidences that always flashes in my heart. I don’t really know from where I should begin because I can’t really remember the beginning, but let me share from where I messed up…
I went down the beautiful concretes, flowers along. I heard every noise of silence. I heard the knock in my mind. I knew absolutely that the day is meant for hugs and kisses with near and dear ones. Khenyel School, TashiYangtshe, is a place where I have all the roots for who I am today! It’s the place where I had my first best friend, my first lesson, my first classmate, and my first teacher. Leaving this place after 10 lively years would mean a lot to me.
Just the next day, we moved towards Rangjung, Tashigang. Tears came easy, trying hard to survive in this new scenery. New people, new friends, new teachers, and everything new became the hardest challenge. But one good thing I learned is that everything started without any problem. I mean social problems between me and others.
My memories here are immortal. One of them is certainly about a disease (?) I got about a girl. Mentioning her name would be unnecessary. But she made a turning point in my life. I can understand a little bit about what happened between Princess and the Frog, the book I read only for vocabulary and pronunciations, now making me understand a little deeper. So here, I learned that beautiful things in life isn’t taught in school but is felt and experienced at some point.
It’s destined that we are to be here only for a year.
Hearing the name, Zhemgang, has made me curious till I reached here. Everything has changed for the time.
As soon as I entered my class, someone dearly asked my name and village. After 5 minutes, one called me "Wai Sharchokpa", aiming my clan. Doesn't matter, I'm new here, I should take care of my first impression.
Only by being in this place, I understood about a student going to bar and having a cup of Whiskey hiding from elders. I understood that everyone is after money. But I wasn't sure whether it's the change of place and people or whether I am growing up to understand all this!
But after everything, what's important is to leave footprints everywhere we write the diary of our life. Wherever you reach, whoever you meet, it's the god's way of making you stronger because inspirations are everywhere!