Teaching is a noble job. It might not pay much and sometimes you might not even get paid for doing so. Every teacher I have met have always wanted the best for their students. They try their hardest to impart the knowledge that they have to empty-headed students who oftentimes have their heads in the cloud. Though some teachers might be better in explaining things than others, most have the right heart. Being on both sides of the coin, I can understand how a teacher feels when students lose the respect they have for their teacher after giving tuitions to some students and tutoring my siblings. It is because they do not have such high respect for their educators that they do not pay attention in class when the teacher is standing in front teaching. Making matters worse when they start doing other things such as eating, doing another teacher’s homework or talking. It is because of a lack of respect that students do not finish their work prior to attending class and a loss of respect for teachers leads to students speaking back and defying teachers. Apart from that, the lack of motivation to study can really demotivate a teacher which makes it hard for the teacher not to be biased when helping other students that are more interested in studying. However, that is not always the case. I, as a student can say that once a while, we do really forget about the work that is supposed to be done. Sometimes, we have too many homework that we do not have enough time to complete everything. Hence, we learn to prioritise the subjects that we are weak in or love doing. It is absolutely not because we don’t like the teacher that we do not do his/her work. It is simply because we know we can do well in the subject.
Ever since I was young, I have never been to tuition classes. Often times I feel quite isolated as everyone is attending tuition classes except me. It also did not give me the opportunity to make friends we students from other schools. In kindergarten and primary school, my mother was my teacher. Everyday, she would sit down with us for an hour to study and to help us with our homework. Regardless of how tired and busy she is, my mother was such a dedicated tutor that I can credit her for all the results that I achieve even after primary school. She not only taught me during that period of time but she also teaches me the smart way of studying and how to be independent and to plan my time wisely (I’m not very good at this). It is her who build such a strong foundation in me that in later years, I find it not very difficult to continue on with my studies and to do well. I can still look back to the time when we were at our old house which only have three rooms (one is occupied by the maid hence we only two). Me in my matched pyjamas setting up the bed with small little portable tables and looking under the bed for our plastic boxes (the one that is under every hamper) filled with workbooks and choosing the one I wanted to do. I can remember her with her glasses and red pen that she always hold. She will be stroking her bolster with her feet and once in a while using the kapak oilment that I had. I wonder how she can stand putting the minty spicy stuff under her nose. The air con would be on and making its usual booming noise as it has work very hard over the years. There would we ice-cold water in a cup and a bottle filled with water next to the side drawer of the bed which I take to quench my thirst. It was all in the past. When I went back to my old house, I didn’t realise it was such a small room. To me, it was a castle back in my old days. More importantly, it was my castle, my home. So much memories were stored there. Every nook and cranny has its very own story to tell.
Now that I’m in university and on my way to be a doctor, I’m still very grateful for the sacrifice that my mother has made 7 years ago. I think I do not tell her that very often. Hence, I was very surprised when I was driving her back from KL that day. She asked me, “Mummy push you very hard to study last time ah?”, in a slightly guilty voice. Of course not mama, you brought me up well and I’m really thankful that I did not have to attend tuition classes like all the other kids. After seeing my youngest sister busy schedule that is packed with tuition classes, I can only be appreciative of my mother, my teacher. You are like a candle, melting so that you can give light to the surroundings. If you did not push me hard back then, I wouldn’t have been quite successful like now. And to be honest, one hour of studying a day isn’t much actually.