More than a week has passed and still i have not gotten used yet to being called, "Teacher! Teacher!", sitting in the staff room with other teachers, being on the other
side during assembly and being greeted while walking along the corridors.
Going back to school in the first week was more of a reminiscence of yesteryears than a practical. Attending the assembly (albeit standing on the other side of the hall now), going to classes and staying back for extra-curriculars brought me back to those days, to those
zaman kegemilangan in school. Couldn't help but when i looked at my students with different attitudes and antics, it tickles me because i could see
us in them, how i could identify some of them with some of us and how in my heart, i would laugh out loud because of the things that we did and now they are doing it. Not to mention, school assemblies so far has put me in a state subconsciousness; my flesh in the hall, my mind reveling in my own schooling years and all the experiences that comes with it.
No doubt, thus far, it has also been a learning experience in many ways. Am still learning to walk the walk of a teacher, the ways of the trade, the
selok-belok of being an educator.
Not easy but i know it isn't difficult either.
Where most of my lessons are conducted...

Took this one morning upon reaching the school. Stood in awe . Thought it was magnificent. Students must be thinking i'm peculiar now.

Teach me O Lord, to teach them.