Months passed swiftly. The semester is approaching is end. The students are facing their final exam till middle of next month. I came to work with a blank thought of what should be done throughout the exam period and loads of plans to be carried out during semester break which would be for nearly two months. Hahahaha… cuti pon problem jgk nih…
One semester taught me a lot of things. New fresh learners to be edified.hehehe… I got all the fresh youngsters. The part 1 students.. I taught BEL 120, the Consolidating Language Skills. 4 classes for the beginning, BM1A, BM1B, OM1D and the CS1. Just about 80 people. Just before the mid sem break I got another class to add on the four which made the total students of mine this sem 118. The OM1C is actually under a colleague’s surveillance. But she went missing weeks before she leave for maternity. Everybody was anguished with her absent. No one could find her, the students came to DEL almost everyday with enquiries about their class. Since the mid sem assessment would take place instantaneously after mid sem break, the CC decided to distribute her workload to other lecturers. Because I taught BEL 120, so the 120 class came to me.
The smallest number of students that I had was 7 people from the CS1. Hayati, Fatin, Liyana, Husna and Husni with the two gents Arif and Hafiz. Managing a small class was easier thought than done. The response was totally different from teaching a large class. Nevertheless the CS class was fun and the lesson normally ended earlier..hikhikhik…
The BM1A students were very playful especially the young men in the front line. Being 18 was the time when you have everything to be done frivolously. Perhaps because of they are switching from teenagers to adolescents. I would never forget (or won’t forget for at least for another 2 following semesters) the silent Syeds,(there were 2 Syeds in this class) good mummy’s boy Jai, Asyraf the good speaker, Hazim, Hizazi, my favorite Ainuddin (I don’t favor him much now.. hehehehehe he only did well in his speaking test), Zainal Haziq who got the highest in grammar test, Izzat the good boy, Zahin and Dzul the two best friends who always late to my class, Kamal and Shafiz who were always later than Zahin & Dzul. The girls were so nice and eager to learn. Amiira would usually make faces when the boys spew out their words louder than me, Hazirah, Shuhada and Intan the good and hardworking girls, Hidayah whom I believe the quietest girl in the class, Akmal and Fatin who were always together, while Nadia would always sit next to Atikah. Not to forget Misz who has a lot of things in her mind that I need to clarify, her side kick Munirah, the modest Nita, Ain, Aisyah and Hanis who would always take the last row in the class, (but I did not see Hanis and Aisyah for quite sometimes till the last class), Izzati the nice girl who just met with an accident and Maisyarah the shy lass who always smile when being appointed to answer questions.
This class was full of hilarity and most of the time I could not control the condition. The easiest way to make them silent was by calling one of them to replace me teaching in the front!!
Things were different with BM1B even though they were also Business Management students. Crossing the threshold of this class was the moment I have been waiting for each week. 32 students in a group was a huge class for me. One of them left the college less than a month of the lesson. I heard from the friends that he got an offer from somewhere else. To name all those 32 mischievous kids from BM1B did not give me any complexity. I could remember all of their names because it so happen to be my favorite class. At the very beginning of the semester I had a different reflection upon this group. They seemed to be very hard to handle. I felt uneasy when I first attended the class. However when I started to know the youths in that class, the uneasy feeling was automatically amended to favoring them. To begin with, Hadi and Nizam who were always picking up my laptop and projector from the office to class, Amar the messenger of the class, (he would be the one who spread the news of cancelled or delayed class to the whole group) Little Poet Muhaimin whom I believe could turn to a great poet one day… hikhikhik… Good looking Farhan - the son to a police officer, a very quiet Kelantanese girl that is Farhana, (she refused to speak even in her speaking exam) Izhar - the fan of Tores and Hafizzudin and Zuhairi who could not be parted. Syed Ali Imran – thanks for the jeruk you brought from Penang. The charming Nabeeli, Mr Bright - Ikraam, Nasrul the tough fatherly guy, the easy going Izyan (I guess that was why her pet name is Easy) Farah & Afiqah the diligent girls in the front row, Syazana or Angah who talked a lot, she always quarrel with her friend Zamira or Aben whose nick name derived at the field when she was playing hockey (but I did not know the real story) sweet Nadia the future policewoman, Mira who loves to laugh, good girls of mummy’s choice Lela and Nira, Sarawakian Salfarina who wanted to become a businesswoman one day, Nazira, Shuhada, Liyana and her bestest friend Widad, Hamka the prudent, the singing bird Ayu (however she turned down my hope to see her singing during our Eid Gathering.. you owe me girl!), the English Speaking Hidayat whose language if far far far better than the others in that class (err ye ke..?) Saiful Mujaddeed – I would love to call him Mujaddeed because it sounds so mannish but everyone called him Saiful so I had no option…and finally, not to disregard Ain who is so gentle, so rajin and very soft spoken young lady in the class. They were all fine, they were all good. They were so etched in my mind and they were my beloved learners…
Huhuhu.. I could only finish 3 classes.. perhaps will continue with the other two soon… HMM HOPE I DID NOT MISS ANY HERE... HIKHIK...
One semester taught me a lot of things. New fresh learners to be edified.hehehe… I got all the fresh youngsters. The part 1 students.. I taught BEL 120, the Consolidating Language Skills. 4 classes for the beginning, BM1A, BM1B, OM1D and the CS1. Just about 80 people. Just before the mid sem break I got another class to add on the four which made the total students of mine this sem 118. The OM1C is actually under a colleague’s surveillance. But she went missing weeks before she leave for maternity. Everybody was anguished with her absent. No one could find her, the students came to DEL almost everyday with enquiries about their class. Since the mid sem assessment would take place instantaneously after mid sem break, the CC decided to distribute her workload to other lecturers. Because I taught BEL 120, so the 120 class came to me.
The smallest number of students that I had was 7 people from the CS1. Hayati, Fatin, Liyana, Husna and Husni with the two gents Arif and Hafiz. Managing a small class was easier thought than done. The response was totally different from teaching a large class. Nevertheless the CS class was fun and the lesson normally ended earlier..hikhikhik…
The BM1A students were very playful especially the young men in the front line. Being 18 was the time when you have everything to be done frivolously. Perhaps because of they are switching from teenagers to adolescents. I would never forget (or won’t forget for at least for another 2 following semesters) the silent Syeds,(there were 2 Syeds in this class) good mummy’s boy Jai, Asyraf the good speaker, Hazim, Hizazi, my favorite Ainuddin (I don’t favor him much now.. hehehehehe he only did well in his speaking test), Zainal Haziq who got the highest in grammar test, Izzat the good boy, Zahin and Dzul the two best friends who always late to my class, Kamal and Shafiz who were always later than Zahin & Dzul. The girls were so nice and eager to learn. Amiira would usually make faces when the boys spew out their words louder than me, Hazirah, Shuhada and Intan the good and hardworking girls, Hidayah whom I believe the quietest girl in the class, Akmal and Fatin who were always together, while Nadia would always sit next to Atikah. Not to forget Misz who has a lot of things in her mind that I need to clarify, her side kick Munirah, the modest Nita, Ain, Aisyah and Hanis who would always take the last row in the class, (but I did not see Hanis and Aisyah for quite sometimes till the last class), Izzati the nice girl who just met with an accident and Maisyarah the shy lass who always smile when being appointed to answer questions.
This class was full of hilarity and most of the time I could not control the condition. The easiest way to make them silent was by calling one of them to replace me teaching in the front!!
Things were different with BM1B even though they were also Business Management students. Crossing the threshold of this class was the moment I have been waiting for each week. 32 students in a group was a huge class for me. One of them left the college less than a month of the lesson. I heard from the friends that he got an offer from somewhere else. To name all those 32 mischievous kids from BM1B did not give me any complexity. I could remember all of their names because it so happen to be my favorite class. At the very beginning of the semester I had a different reflection upon this group. They seemed to be very hard to handle. I felt uneasy when I first attended the class. However when I started to know the youths in that class, the uneasy feeling was automatically amended to favoring them. To begin with, Hadi and Nizam who were always picking up my laptop and projector from the office to class, Amar the messenger of the class, (he would be the one who spread the news of cancelled or delayed class to the whole group) Little Poet Muhaimin whom I believe could turn to a great poet one day… hikhikhik… Good looking Farhan - the son to a police officer, a very quiet Kelantanese girl that is Farhana, (she refused to speak even in her speaking exam) Izhar - the fan of Tores and Hafizzudin and Zuhairi who could not be parted. Syed Ali Imran – thanks for the jeruk you brought from Penang. The charming Nabeeli, Mr Bright - Ikraam, Nasrul the tough fatherly guy, the easy going Izyan (I guess that was why her pet name is Easy) Farah & Afiqah the diligent girls in the front row, Syazana or Angah who talked a lot, she always quarrel with her friend Zamira or Aben whose nick name derived at the field when she was playing hockey (but I did not know the real story) sweet Nadia the future policewoman, Mira who loves to laugh, good girls of mummy’s choice Lela and Nira, Sarawakian Salfarina who wanted to become a businesswoman one day, Nazira, Shuhada, Liyana and her bestest friend Widad, Hamka the prudent, the singing bird Ayu (however she turned down my hope to see her singing during our Eid Gathering.. you owe me girl!), the English Speaking Hidayat whose language if far far far better than the others in that class (err ye ke..?) Saiful Mujaddeed – I would love to call him Mujaddeed because it sounds so mannish but everyone called him Saiful so I had no option…and finally, not to disregard Ain who is so gentle, so rajin and very soft spoken young lady in the class. They were all fine, they were all good. They were so etched in my mind and they were my beloved learners…
Huhuhu.. I could only finish 3 classes.. perhaps will continue with the other two soon… HMM HOPE I DID NOT MISS ANY HERE... HIKHIK...
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