Just came back from the Uni hosp after seeing the doctor about my blood results and collecting my pressure and cholesterol medication.
As ST says, what a place and time but we met up.A good friend. She is there to see the same doctor concerning her own medical problem.Wish her well and that her problem get solved as soon as possible.
Also finds out that one good turn decerves another. I voluntered to help A collect her medication. Apparently it has to be collected from Pharmcare, a new service where one can book your medication before hand. This will reduce collection time tremendously(like 5 minutes compared to 2 hours!!!) Next when i collected my medication , lady at the counter mentioned it to me about the service and I decided to register for the service immediately.My next visit to the pharmacy should be much more pleasant.
Next, ST asked how I felt as 1 July approaches. That got me thinking. The fact that I am glad I am retiring each morning I woke up lead me to believe it is a good decision. But as all humans go, there is definately a slight wonder as to how life will be like after that. Well.I owe it to my family to look forward positively. I will close one chapter of my life on Saturday, 30 Jun 2007 and open up a new one.
By the way, tomorrow marks the anniversay of that dreadfull day in BB. Another reason for me to close it after one year. So, retired life, here I comes...............
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
what else can you ask for
Two nights ago, I shared my thoughts concerning my upcoming retirement with my 17 and 20 year old children. When I mentioned that I will be bringing in approximately RM3500 less into the home income due to my retirement, their immediate reaction was.
"If it meant so much, I will not drive to Uni anymore and just take a bus.That way we can save on the petrol and car"
"i will pack lunch to school from now on if we need to save"
Simple words from simple minds but meant a world to me. To further strengthen their support, they have came up with a list of dishes they would expect on the table after I retire! Just in case I got bored at home!
OK children, I love you all with all my heart and I will go on with my life the best I know how. I owe you all that.kisses and hugs from mummy
"If it meant so much, I will not drive to Uni anymore and just take a bus.That way we can save on the petrol and car"
"i will pack lunch to school from now on if we need to save"
Simple words from simple minds but meant a world to me. To further strengthen their support, they have came up with a list of dishes they would expect on the table after I retire! Just in case I got bored at home!
OK children, I love you all with all my heart and I will go on with my life the best I know how. I owe you all that.kisses and hugs from mummy
Thursday, June 14, 2007
confusing thoughts
As 1 July approaches, I start to have mix feelings. It is 15 more days before I am officially a retiree.
The events that lead to this day have not been pleasant at all. It all started with unpleasant happenings with a new headmaster in the school and it blew up to an open confrontation. In my 28 years in teaching and dealing with students, parents, teachers HMs, nothing prepares me for the attack and the pain it caused. I have never met with one so …..(I don’t even have a polite word to describe her). From young, my parents taught us not to argue, quarrel and to push our way around. My mother and her mother have always believed that all things can be resolved thro polite discussion. Bottom line is, it was devastating and I had allowed it to totally break me down. It broke my emotion and it broke my spirit. It crashes my faith. Broken bones can be healed. Broken hearts requires time. My broken spirit, I really don’t know.
I found it so difficult to bring myself to school after that. I was receiving professional help but she was determined to break me further and finish me totally. I consoled myself by pretending it wasn’t intentional and it was due to other factors but deep down, I know otherwise. All that went on for 6 months. It was sheer torture mentally and psychologically and emotionally. Every morning was like waking up to another of torture and pain.
In the meantime, many things happened. I decided to put in my papers for optional retirement. The state department then decided to promote me and took me to another school. The second school was trying to retain their own staff thus not very happy with my appointment. In the words of the new HM, They have nothing against me but they just want their own staff. In the meantime, I was caught in the middle.
The only kind thing that happened was the ever strong support I had from my husband and children. He was about to change his job too when all these started to happen. He was going thro a lot of mixed emotions as he was much loved in his old place but he feel he need to move on. He took me along for his farewell meeting. The children were frightened not knowing what was happening and thank God, their studies were not too affected.
Going back to school was torturous and I remember praying for strength just to see me thro each day.
Finally, 4 months ago, all appeals were turn down and I had report to the new school. It didn’t start too well as the new school had to let go a senior teacher and take me in knowing very well I won’t be long. Even with that, things were getting better as the hate and tension were missing. At that point I was still keen to go thro the optional as I feel I was tired and the papers were already in.
Come May, the papers were delayed because the state level had to postpone my date from 1 June to 1 July.
As if the joke weren’t complete, the government has to announce a huge pay increase from 1 July causing me to lose RK20K in gratuity.
Finally now, I am so confused. Was I irrational and too selfish? Was I fair to the family in my decision? Should I have try harder? Should I allow her to destroy my passion? These questions and many others are swimming in my mind daily and hourly.
The events that lead to this day have not been pleasant at all. It all started with unpleasant happenings with a new headmaster in the school and it blew up to an open confrontation. In my 28 years in teaching and dealing with students, parents, teachers HMs, nothing prepares me for the attack and the pain it caused. I have never met with one so …..(I don’t even have a polite word to describe her). From young, my parents taught us not to argue, quarrel and to push our way around. My mother and her mother have always believed that all things can be resolved thro polite discussion. Bottom line is, it was devastating and I had allowed it to totally break me down. It broke my emotion and it broke my spirit. It crashes my faith. Broken bones can be healed. Broken hearts requires time. My broken spirit, I really don’t know.
I found it so difficult to bring myself to school after that. I was receiving professional help but she was determined to break me further and finish me totally. I consoled myself by pretending it wasn’t intentional and it was due to other factors but deep down, I know otherwise. All that went on for 6 months. It was sheer torture mentally and psychologically and emotionally. Every morning was like waking up to another of torture and pain.
In the meantime, many things happened. I decided to put in my papers for optional retirement. The state department then decided to promote me and took me to another school. The second school was trying to retain their own staff thus not very happy with my appointment. In the words of the new HM, They have nothing against me but they just want their own staff. In the meantime, I was caught in the middle.
The only kind thing that happened was the ever strong support I had from my husband and children. He was about to change his job too when all these started to happen. He was going thro a lot of mixed emotions as he was much loved in his old place but he feel he need to move on. He took me along for his farewell meeting. The children were frightened not knowing what was happening and thank God, their studies were not too affected.
Going back to school was torturous and I remember praying for strength just to see me thro each day.
Finally, 4 months ago, all appeals were turn down and I had report to the new school. It didn’t start too well as the new school had to let go a senior teacher and take me in knowing very well I won’t be long. Even with that, things were getting better as the hate and tension were missing. At that point I was still keen to go thro the optional as I feel I was tired and the papers were already in.
Come May, the papers were delayed because the state level had to postpone my date from 1 June to 1 July.
As if the joke weren’t complete, the government has to announce a huge pay increase from 1 July causing me to lose RK20K in gratuity.
Finally now, I am so confused. Was I irrational and too selfish? Was I fair to the family in my decision? Should I have try harder? Should I allow her to destroy my passion? These questions and many others are swimming in my mind daily and hourly.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Finally
Aiyah! yesterday was the first time losing the blog after unsuccessfully posting it. Here we go again......
32 years ago when I applied for the Bachelor of Sci with Ed. , my sister ask me why I chose teaching? Fair enough question since I was the first undergrad of the family and they have higher hopes for me. What more with the fact that the family already has a bunch of teachers for 2 generations. Well today as I move out of the career( yeah, I finally received the final letter from JPA to retire on 1 July 2007), I would like to declare that I have no regrets. I loved every moment I spend with the young people I worked with and I enjoyed the challenges of trying to put things in place and offer ideas to improve all aspects of the school. What I am sorry about is the incompetence of leaders and the politics involved in the an arena where it just shouldn't exist. I put it to the leaders who should be competent enough to arrest such unhealthy happenings. The school is a place where ideas should come together for the good of the young ones and FULLSTOP. That should be it and nothing else. All visions and missions should boil down to it. So to my sister's question..... I love teaching and I love being there for the kids and I am glad I did it. How else one
1. get egg tarts send to the house early one morning just because an ex-student is passing by.
2. get invited to reunions, dinners and tea sessions practically every month.
3. get introduced to girlfriends of ex-boys before they get married.
4. get to share young people's happiness , dreams, ideals, tears and heartache and much much more.
To all of you ex-students who have cross my path, Thanks for letting share your life and I love you all.
32 years ago when I applied for the Bachelor of Sci with Ed. , my sister ask me why I chose teaching? Fair enough question since I was the first undergrad of the family and they have higher hopes for me. What more with the fact that the family already has a bunch of teachers for 2 generations. Well today as I move out of the career( yeah, I finally received the final letter from JPA to retire on 1 July 2007), I would like to declare that I have no regrets. I loved every moment I spend with the young people I worked with and I enjoyed the challenges of trying to put things in place and offer ideas to improve all aspects of the school. What I am sorry about is the incompetence of leaders and the politics involved in the an arena where it just shouldn't exist. I put it to the leaders who should be competent enough to arrest such unhealthy happenings. The school is a place where ideas should come together for the good of the young ones and FULLSTOP. That should be it and nothing else. All visions and missions should boil down to it. So to my sister's question..... I love teaching and I love being there for the kids and I am glad I did it. How else one
1. get egg tarts send to the house early one morning just because an ex-student is passing by.
2. get invited to reunions, dinners and tea sessions practically every month.
3. get introduced to girlfriends of ex-boys before they get married.
4. get to share young people's happiness , dreams, ideals, tears and heartache and much much more.
To all of you ex-students who have cross my path, Thanks for letting share your life and I love you all.
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