“I’m a teacher, and I hope you’ll be a good teacher my daughter!” said my Dad.
“I’m sorry, Dad! I don’t love teaching. I have other dream. I wanna be a secretary.”
“No problem! You have freedom to improve yourself. Our prayers for you!”
It was a simple dialogue between my Dad and I 17 years ago. I do remember it well. I was 19 years in that time, and I was immature. I thought that I’d be different with my father. I really didn’t like teaching. Standing in front of the students, teach them, weren’t my dream.
After finishing my senior high school, I got many brochures from a few universities, but I didn’t accept their offerings. I had to see the budget for my education, and I didn’t want to burden my parents with my university cost. In the end, I accepted my parent’s suggestion to continue my study to Institute Dirosah Al-Islamiyah Al-Amien, Madura East Java. I lived and learned there. Guess, what I learned there! I learned Islamic teaching….Yes, teaching method , dear friends. He…he.
Time by time, my dream has changed. I tried to love teaching activity. I had ever been asked by a mentor from CNI about my dream. I answered proudly, “I want to be a good educator!”
My dream became true! Alhamdulillah!
Before joined to Ad-da’wah where I teach at, I had ever hunted other jobs to many factories, and all my applications were rejected. 😀
The securities of a factory (I don’t remember the name of that factory) said to me after reading and checking my application, “The suitable job for you is teaching, because your writing, your language and your intelligence have told us that you’re like a teacher.” I’m a teacher, and I love my job. I love my students and so do they.
I joined to Ad-da’wah in 2006-2012. I left it for 2 years to accompany and to teach my son at home. Then I’m back again to school (my job) till now.
I believe in Allah, I got it because of the prayers of my parents and Allah has accepted their prayers. Alhamdulillah! (All praise is due to Allah)
A little note: My dad became a teacher for 40 years. He had passed away in August 9th, 2014.
My prayer for him always!
Write a story inspired by a memory from your own life
Talking about memory, well I had many experiences of it. The happiness, the sadness, horror, fun memory and so on. I did remember almost the memories of mine since I was a child (since I was 3). Yeah, I didn’t remember my life when I was baby , LOL.
I’ll write a funny story when I was student at Islamic Boarding School, I got many…many experiences there, because I live, stayed learned and connected with many people from all cities of Indonesia.
(I publish it too late!) 😀
Learning at College,1999.
I did follow two study programs in my school. Study program for boarding and for my college. I did learn for my boarding school in the morning then I continued my study after 01.00 pm till afternoon. There was learning activity in our night.
My friends and I gave good concentration for our boarding program, but we ignored a little to our college program. We were very busy to study there. There were many programs and activities, from morning till the night. Very tired but fun.
We were students of Islamic college, but we didn’t follow it well, just entered the class and sat inside, listen to our lecturers lazily. Sometimes, we don’t follow the lesson at all, because our times were taken for our boarding program. Almost of us were the managers in our boarding school. How we would give the good concentration if we couldn’t hear the voice of our lecturers. There was funny experience about it. Sorry, I will not tell the name of my lecturer, it’s forbidden.
At the middle day, we were sitting in class. We studied about Basic Social Sciences (Ilmu Sosial dasar). We tried to give full concentration to our lecturer, but we couldn’t hear her voice. It was too soft. Really!
What should I write from her explanation if I couldn’t hear her voice. I saw around and I found many of my friends were sleeping at class, lol! I asked to my friend slowly, “Why they are sleeping, Hani?”
“I think they are tired and they can’t hear the voice of our lecturer, I’m sleepy too. What about you?”
“This time I’m not sleepy, I’m not sure a few minutes later, perhaps I’ll follow them, ha..ha.”
“Are you writing something from her explanation?” Hani asked me again.
“Nope, ha..ha.” I gave her the sign that I couldn’t hear her voice.
“Eva, I’ll sleep now, he…he.” Hani informed me about that. It was funny!
“Please do! Sweet dream! He…he!” I saw Hani took a bow, but she still held her pen and opened her notebook. “Nice work, Hani!” I smiled at her.
I tried to pay good attention to my lecturer as I could, but I was failed. I was sleepy too, and I didn’t remember how many minutes I slept. I followed Hani’s way, I held my pen and put on my notebook like a student who writes the lesson. Hani waked me up after the lesson over.
“I can’t believe it, you slept too very well, ha..ha!” Hani said and laughed, “see your writing, it’s like the picture of worms. You drew them very good, Eva! Can you read your writing?”
“Ha..ha..ha, I can’t read my notebook! It’s so bad! I was so sleepy, Hani. I saw our friends were sleepy too, it wasn’t fair if I didn’t sleep here.” I laughed too. I asked to my other friends about the lesson, but nobody wrote well. Everyone said, “I didn’t write anything, what had I wrote?”
“Oh, that’s not good, Hani! We have to find the books as our references!” I offered my idea to her.
“Buying book needs money, you know! Why we don’t borrow to our teachers at boarding, I’m sure they have this book. What do you think about it?” Hani gave her idea.
“Hey, I agree with Hani!” Ida followed our discussion.
“Okay, this night we try to persuade our teachers!” I made decision and suggested them to borrow the book and our teachers’ notebooks. We were so close with our teachers. Some of them had similar ages with us, because they entered the boarding school after finished their elementary school, while we entering it after finished our senior high school.
“May I see your notebook, Eva?!” Ustadzah Afra asked my book.
“I’m shy Ustadzah, I didn’t write anything on it. It was hard to hear her explanation. So I slept at class, my friends too, he..he”
“You’re funny, dear! If you want to sleep don’t go to class, but sleep in your bedroom!”
“O, come on Ustadzah, may I borrow your book. I really need it. Next week I’ll face the exam!” I asked her to give her book.
“Okay, I’ll help you. Wait a moment okay!” Ustadzah Afra entered her room to take her books.
“Here it is! Do learn well, and get good mark for this lesson, okay! Next time, you must buy the books too. Ask to your lecturer about the references, so you will be ready to face your exam.”
“Insha’Allah, Ustadzah! I’ll do. Jazakillah for your help, I promise I’ll study well. You’re my best teacher Ustadzah!”
“Yes, of course I’m your best teacher, so you must be a good student! Good luck, my student!” Ustadzah Afra smiled at me.
I was lucky that I could get the book and her notebook, so I wasn’t worried about the exam. I didn’t know about internet in that time (1999). I didn’t know about modem, smart phone or modern devices. I only used books as my references in my study.
Now, we can get the information easily and fast. Just ask Mr. Google. LOL!