There was the usual assembly, speeches and shows. There was no special lunch or any class party. There was just a pot luck party organised by the Staff to appreciate ourselves. .... oh well .... I did not think I would miss out on anything when I left ...
Anyway, there was the usual presents and gifts of appreciation from the students. The one that really stood out this year was this hand-made card from one of the boys .... he painstakingly and lovingly drew each card for every one of his subject teachers, cut a photo from an old school magazine and copied the poem as dedication to his teachers. My son was impressed and saluted this young man's dedicated effort. I appreciated it so much that I put it up at my table notice board ... look at the lovely card attached ... ;-0))
He hand-drawn all the design and added the "pantun" - so classic and thoughtful |
He cut out an old photograph from an old school magazine as a personal dedication |
The words were beautiful .... |
Thank you, Azrul, for making my day. Where others just bought something, you were an original with so full of love and care .... was it worth being a teacher? Definitely even if the rewards did not justify with everything that a teacher had given with all his/her heart and soul ...
Happy Teachers' Day to all who had touched my life and made me what I am today - Mak, Bapak, brothers, sisters, friends, colleagues, all the people that I had met all my life and especially to the thousands of students that I had taught .... thank you because all of them had taught me too, in their own insignificant way. Alhamdulillah ...
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