I love my job.

I love my job.
It's challenging. My cravings for shoulder massage increased.
I lost my voice few times, and learnt never to raise my voice anymore, but to use the soft approach. The naughty ones do become less hyper when we place our hands on their shoulders. Praise works wonders!

I love my job.
It taught me to be patient.
Many a times I wanted to just give up, but their innocent faces when they apologized melted my heart again. Kids are really...kids. At the age of 13, they wanted so much attention, telling you stories of motorbikes with hidden camera or how they sped off when the police is after them.

I love my job.
Seeing them 'ohhh' and nod as if they discover something important just makes me smile.  It is still pretty annoying when they talk while I was teaching. English, to some of them, might be insignificant. I tried to learn Iban language, most of the words are like Bahasa Malaysia, but when they string the words into sentences, I'm in another planet.

I love my job.
The salary is not high, nor too low to allow me a comfortable life.
What is there to complain when there's roof over my head, clothes to keep me warm, warm food on the table and a bed to sleep in.
God is gracious.

Telling my colleagues I love my job motivates her not to quit.
I didn't know that by sharing my passion for teaching,
She will be encouraged as well.

p.s Hope this passion never dies.