PROSE NON-FICTION (DIARY)

 

My School-Based Phase 3 Experiences

 

Friday 8^th April 2022

11.11 p.m.

 

Dear Diary,

Home is where the heart is! Today was a long and exhausting day.

I recall being nervous and happy this morning because it was my first day as a teacher. When I arrived at school, my excitement was replaced by anxiety and butterflies flying in my stomach. When I came into the classroom for my first lesson, my legs were trembling.

Surprisingly, the class was deafeningly quiet.

"Assalamualaikum and good day, class!" I smiled and said. "My name is Miss Aisyah, and I'm an English teacher."

"Waalaikumussalam and good morning, Miss Aisyah," they all said nicely, except for one student sleeping soundly on her desk.

I walked over to her and signaled for the students to have a seat. I gave her a gentle shoulder pat.

She blinked, perplexed, and muttered, "Huh..." Then she noticed me.

Inquiringly, I arched my brow at her.

She whispered, "Sorry, teacher."

"My name is Miss Aisyah," I introduced myself. "Wash your face," I said. After that, I began my class.

 

 

Then, five minutes later, I heard the sound of... slurping? I looked up from my book to see a student eating a piece of curry puff and drinking under the desk!

I said, "Excuse me." "Are you aware that eating is not permitted in class?"

She smiles at me and sulkily wraps up her curry puff and stuffs it into her backpack.

"I hope it doesn't happen again, and today we should be fasting, right?" I said, giving her a thoughtful look.

After another ten minutes, I heard some girls giggling and speaking with their pals. I paused in my conversation and stared at the girls. When the other students saw I was upset, they abruptly stopped talking. The girls' chuckling was the only thing that broke the strict silence, and it was swiftly hushed.

"Is there anyone else who wants to interrupt me?" I started it with a phony smile.

  

Then came the ringing of the bell. It'sIt's perfect timing! I've only had one session, and I'm already a fan of the bell!

  

"And that concludes the lesson!" With a phony smile still plastered on my face.

I swept out of the room with that final word and arranged my steps to the teacher's room.

While stressing out with my school-based experience reports, I heard a squeaking sound from the door. I saw the four troublesome girls open the door and search for someone.

I continued my work, and suddenly I heard a soft voice.

"Teacher, we are very sorry about our behavior earlier. Teacher, we made these," those tiny hands give me some paper folds.

"Teacher, these we made special for you. Please open it at home. Bye, teacher!"

Then they were running to the door.

My curiosity told me to open the folded papers right now. Without waiting any longer, I opened those papers and saw something that melted my heart.

They draw me! They also put some cute notes in there

Kids are sure naughty sometimes, but they have very pure hearts. As a teacher, we are responsible for being a good role models. This school-based experience taught me a lot this time.

 

Aisyah