Eyfaa's RKIVE

BLOG - A DAY IN MY LIFE! Today, as a future educator, I was expected to undergo school-based experience programme at the school for a week. Thus, today, I will be sharing my experience for the third day at the school. Honestly speaking, my anxiety levels decreased significantly after the first day. So, I wasn't quite as nervous and tense before going to the school as I had been on day one. Today, my friends and I are both taking a homemade lunch box to class today, thanks of our friend's mother. This takes me back to the days when my mum would prepare my lunchbox every morning before school. One may even say I was on the brink of bursting into tears if I hadn't been so concerned about ruining my makeup for the day. Today, since this is the final week of classes, there are several activities scheduled to take place. To begin with, the day starts with a football match, conducted by one of the teacher trainees with minored in Physical Education. For this match, the pu

"UNO” One day, a boy waves at me from behind the door of his class. I give him a return wave and flash him a bright grin. The kid and his pals are constantly nudging one another in my direction. I'm sure they're contemplating whether to come up to me or not. After a little nudging here and there, he finally makes his way up to me with a puppy-like eyes and asks, "Teacher, do you want to play with us?". Seeing his bright and expectant eyes, I can’t help but give him a slight nod in response. Thus, here we are, gathered around the table while holding the UNO cards. A few minutes has passed as we played, as my eyes feels itchy all of sudden. I tried to rub them gently, when suddenly someone pat my arms and said, “Eyf, it’s your turn. Come on!” I open my eyes, and the sight that hit me shocked me to the core. Although I'm still seated with the cards in my hands; the setting of the place has changed to the elementary school I attended at that time, and the peopl

“Teacher”   Light travels through From morning to nightfall bearing the weight of an uphill battle The shadows, however, persisted. There, on the rough path For them love was a bottomless well And none can't be done To makes the flower bloom And rise above the raging storm The heroes, so to speak A hero in the garb of a teacher Oftentimes; beyond the hours Leaving in the evening twilight Along with a head pat With not a single weary soul in sight