Khamis, 11 September 2014
Hari ini saya mengamuk di sekolah. This is not who I am. You will never see me this way again. Usually, if I am mad, I will disappear. Today, I sent three girls to the principal, and called parents of three boys. These are the problematic students since day 1 I am here. They don't listen, they enter and leave the class as they want, they don't do homework, they don't do classwork, they don't do group work, they talk as they please, there is absolutely no manner in them, they don't go to surau for prayers, they bully other students, they make fun of other students, they choose to leave the class, and walk by every 5 minutes to scream over the door to disturb the class.
You know who they are?
The girls are a PPD and teachers' daughters
The boys are nelayan and social workers' sons.
One of their dads came to school after I talked to his wife on the phone. He said "He never say he had homework and he always say everything is well at school". I showed him his mark (21, failed) and his worksheet that I collected everyday after class. Blank. Empty. I told him, "I am not toying with you. He really doesn't care and do his homework. I am not mad that he didn't do the work, I am disappointed that he did not put an effort." to which the father replied "He's so kind at home". Other teachers who taught his son jumped to the opportunity to tell him the truth too. He was shocked.
The girls, on the other hand, cried, begging the principal not to call their fathers because who they are at home are the opposite of who they really are outside. Mind you that these are some of the most problematic students in the school yet none of their parents actually know about it.
Before this fiasco, I was teaching them how to write essay and asked them to write an essay. They asked me to translate every single word. Cikgu, "Yang" apa? Cikgu "Dengan" apa? Cikgu "melaksanakan" apa? Cikgu macam mana nak mula karangan?
What did they learn in primary school? Why are their basics so poor? It is utterly difficult to prepare them for PT3 while having to teach them basics again that they were supposed to know, at the very least, during their 6 years in primary school.
How do you explain the complexity of this problem?
It is shocking to me because I came from good schools. I came from good primary school, then a good SBP, good middle school, and finally at a good MRSM. This experience was not expected; and I am thankful that I entered good schools. I am thankful that my mom humiliated me at report card days by telling everything about me, and exchanged numbers with teacher and called them every month--I am thankful for this. It is shocking to me because I came from schools, which environments built my interest to learn. It is shocking to me because my primary school provided me with ample and strong basics. As I write this, it is not to say that other teachers are not good or other schools are not as good as my schools. What I mean is: I came from environment that cultivates learning since I was a kid. I never thought of this situation before. It is a surprise to me because I never thought there are people out there who don't think education is important.)
One of the teachers said to me; This is shocking to you because you come from a good school and you are smart. This will not be surprising if you come from schools like ours.
So, how do you explain the complexity of this problem?
Are the teachers to be blamed?
Are the parents to be blamed?
The primary school teachers?