There goes another job....DONE...

wee~~~~ after working in the daycare centre for two whole months....Finally, teacher Melissa is moving on to the next phase of life. But for now, back to the holidays first.

Today, was my last day of work in the daycare centre. Despite the tiring working hours, I did earn something from this job.

Thinking, two months back, lying on my bed, figuring what to do with my holidays....that night, I wasn't up for any job. Yet, the next morning, I went for this interview and all of a sudden, I'm teacher Melissa.....


This job can be consider hectic with long working hours and wide range of duties. I did took some time to get used to the lifestyle there. In the beginning, I wasn't used to anything there. Not the food, not the driving around, absolutely not the directions, and not the noisy kids and lack of concentration students.... However, now that two months have passed, I felt that, this job wasn't that bad afterall.. Although I'm glad that now I have my holidays back...hehe...


Seriously, everyday was drama day in the centre. In the first two weeks, I was struggling on how to face all the hittings and scoldings there. Maybe, I wasn't as experienced as the two boss who worked for more than 10 years. But I just couldn't stand their punishments. I feel that their punishments towards these young little kids are too harsh and strict...Too much for me to handle, more over little kids, with their tiny hands n feets. But, its not that I having a say will change the way of their teaching. Therefore, I can only look helplessly and try to talk to the kids and comfort them when the boss is not around. Sounds useless harh. more like a coward. I thought I was useless tooo. Thought of quiting but I know running away will not solve the problem...It was a hard time going through that period.


But as time passes by, as I talked to God, observed more and thought about it. I realize that, although I can't change the way things work in there, since the teachers there have their way of teaching even if I do not agree with it, yet I still can make a difference, even if its just a tiny little one,by leaving my footprints in the children lives. Despite quitting the job and forget everything about it, I stayed on with the job. Although the hitting sounds serious, and they looked scary to me too.But I guess the teacher herself has reasons and her way of teaching. So I guess this can't be consider as child abuse or whatsoever.


Anyway, after getting used to how things work in the centre, I began to enjoy working there. Then, in comes the driver responsiblity, and there goes the struggle again. ARgh!!! Due to my lousy sense of directions, and the so many different shortcuts among the six schools that I have to pick up students from, I've gotten myself lost for a couple of times and almost got into accidents for a few times. Really, that 1 cm to BANG!!! Fetching so many students in that can say cacat car....you cannot imagine the pressure. plus the heat in the car for almost 2 hours everyday!!! But THank GOD, I didn't get into any of the accidents and every student is still in one piece. And bonus, I've learn a "leng lui road" (absolute shortcut) from my hse to 1u. cutting through all the jams and traffic lights..woohoo~~~


oh right, bout the dramas. yea, everyday is drama day in the centre, one day there's awful hitting, the other, there's kids stealing things and threats to police station causing kids to cry and cry and cry....ouch...it really was pushing me to my limits. I was about to have a mental breakdown working there. Yet, after everything settles down, those little things they do can really comfort you... The simple simple words they say, their pure little tears, their innocent looks and actions, wow... how could you scold them further. Teaching in a centre really is different from teaching in primary schools. Less rules and more attention. You get to observe more, and understand more about every single kid. It was interesting reading their behaviours and observing their reactions. Girls are often more straightforward and giggle lots!!!!! While boys, they keep things to themselves and really, they cannot be embarrassed!!! Very "thin" skin. They wouldn't admit their likes or mistakes, even if its already soo obvious.They need to have "stairs to step down"... Those are the little things that made me stayed...



And you know what? I found out that many of the children have family problems. There's one boy who lost his mother, and now he's only 9. Then there's another boy who only have one ear. A standard two girl who are a slow learner despite her willingness to work hard. That one was a real headache. God really is testing my patience. Yet, when you're about to scold her, she puts on that innocent looking face, aiyo.....made me felt guilty for even thinking bout scolding her. susah......Then this boy who only goes home during the weekends, he was the one who received the most hitting. He did had some emotional issue, making him even more rebellious, but there was once I spoke to him individually, only surprised to find that he understands every word I said and he even cried. I was hoping to bring him to church, knowing that I'll be leaving the centre in another 2 weeks time.I felt that, there was a need to help him. Help him to think more openly and learn to put away all the grudges he has towards the teacher who hitted him. He even began to vandalize things around. I was thinking maybe bringing him to church can help him to think positively and enjoy being a kid more. However, his parents doesn't allow him to follow. But he still have his happy family. Although he only gets to spend time with them during the weekends, its obvious that his parents really love him lots. Then, there's another good news, I managed to bring this girl who lost both her parents to church. She's only nine and is now living with her grandmother. I brought her to church last sunday, and she says she enjoyed herself and wants to come every Sunday. Praise the Lord!!!! God always brings you to a place with a purpose. Now that everything is said and done, and it is certain that the children have left their footprints in my life, I'm just glad that I wasn't just a passerby in the children life. I was one of their many teachers, someone who taught them something. I was once teacher Melissa.