Pengalaman Menjadi Guru Ganti (part 1)

Assalamualaikum.

Awal bulan september haritu aku mencuba sesuatu yang baru, yang aku sendiri tak sangka aku sanggup iaitu menjadi guru ganti atau Guru Sandaran Tidak Terlatih nama panjangnya. Kenapa tak sangka aku sanggup? Sebabnya aku tak suka sekolah, aku suka ponteng sekolah dan aku tak berapa suka that wroking environment (no offense teachers. ini pandangan dan pendapat peribadi saya seorang sahaja). Aku apply kat sekolah rendah je, sebabnya kalau sekolah menengah kau bagi la gaji rm500 sehari pun, belum tentu aku akan terima. Ini fakta.

Kalau nak tahu jugak, ini pengalaman pertama aku bekerja dalam seumur hidup. Dan kenapa aku apply jadi cikgu dan kenapa tak kerja dalam bidang yang berkaitan dengan perubatan macam kat klinik ke kan? Sebabnya, aku dah pergi ke 6 KLINIK dan semuanya tak nak terima aku. "Dah terlalu ramai pekerja" katanya. Kita redha je laahh..

Macamana dapat kerja:

Aku pergi pejabat sekolah dan mintak nak jadi cikgu ganti. Apparently, waktu aku mintak tu takda kekosongan, jadi aku just tinggalkan nama, no. telefon, alamat dan keputusan SPM (aku tulis kat kertas conteng yang kerani pejabat tu bagi je, tanpa resume). Dekat nak sebulan tu baru dapat call, dia tanya berminat lagi tak nak kerja? Dah aku memang nak duit, aku cakap ok je la..

Aku dapat sesi petang (darjah 1-3). Aku nak sesi pagi sebenarnya. tapi dah dapat ni, terima je la..

Gaji: 

Aku kerja kat situ menggantikan cikgu ganti lain (B) yang menggantikan cikgu baru yang belum mendaftar yang cuti bersalin (A). Bila cikgu-cikgu lain tanya "awak cikgu baru ke? ganti siapa?" Aku nak jawab pun macam malas, sebab macam berbelit dan cikgu lain pun tak berapa nak faham position aku yang mengganti ganti orang ni. Yang sedikit menggembirakan ialah B yang aku ganti tu dah ada diploma, so, gaji aku insyaAllah lah dapat rm72 sehari (aku sambung kontrak dia terus). instead of rm54 sehari untuk SPM holder macam aku. (gaji ikut kelulusan).
Yang tak bestnya, sampai ke hari ini, lebih daripada sebulan aku tamat kerja, duit gaji tu tak nampak-nampak lagi. Tapi Guru Besar tu memang dah cakap dah awal-awal lagi "gaji ni lambat sikit lah ya.. sebulan dua baru dapat. paling lambat dalam 6 bulan la ya.. kita kena tunggu peruntukan PPD."

* jadi nasihat aku bagi sesiapa yang memerlukan duit ASAP, tak payahlah kerja dengan kerajaan.
** dan sekarang ni, aku sangat sangat sangat sangat sangat sangat memerlukan duit.

Apa yang aku buat:

Disebabkan aku cikgu ganti dan bukan mengganti guru kelas, jadinya kerja aku tak berat sangat. Aku cuma tolong-tolong cikgu pusat sumber dan masuk kelas untuk ganti cikgu-cikgu yang tak datang.

Nampak macam senang. Tapi susah sebenarnya. First day bekerja, balik rumah tu terus rasa nak tidur dan rasa TAK NAK dah datang sekolah esok. Even masuk je kelas yang pertama; kelas darjah 2 belakang-belakang sikit, aku dah cakap kat diri sendiri "apa benda yang kau buat ni? apasal kau nak kerja kat sini??!!" Aku memang rasa nak balik time tu jugak.
*pengalaman mengajar nanti aku sambung kat part 2*

Kat pusat sumber pulak, aku kena tampal-tampal sticker bewarna kat buku, key-in data untuk buku-buku baru ke dalam sistem (best tapi memeningkan kepala) dan balut-balut buku. note: aku tak reti balut buku.
Dan buku-buku tu pulak, macam tak habis-habis. Tiap-tiap hari buat, tiap-tiap hari jugak nampak macam takda hasil. Sebabnya tu sekolah baru, dan pusat sumber baru, jadi banyakkk gila buku-buku baru, dan banyak gila kerja nak kena buat. Mula-mula tu memanglah aku stres dan merungut sorang-sorang, apahal plak nak kena tampal-tampal balut balut semua ni. Belajar penat-penat, sekali kena buat lousy job macam ni. Mula-mula macam tu la.

Tapi lama-lama tu aku realize, ini lah yang cikgu-cikgu ni semua terpaksa buat. Dua orang cikgu pusat sumber je sebenarnya, sebabnya cikgu-cikgu lain (ajk pusat sumber) macam asyik mengelat je bila suruh datang. ini realiti.

Cikgu-cikgu ni belajar tinggi, ada degree/master. tapi end up terperuk kat pusat sumber buat kerja macam ni. Sebab dia kat pusat sumber, cikgu-cikgu lain tak nampak kerja dia, dan anggap diorang tak buat kerja. Pihak pentadbir pulak tahu nak bising dan push-push aje. Kesian. Cuba kalau diorang try duduk kat situ dan buat kerja kat situ sehari je, baru tahu betapa penatnya kerja kat pusat sumber.

Sepanjang 18 hari bekerja tu, merasa jugak aku buat overtime hari sabtu dan terlibat dengan program pusat sumber bila cikgu PS sekolah lain datang tolong hias dan set-up PS sekolah tu.

Tampal sticker kat buku tu macam gambar kat atas tu la.. Tapi kat PS tu, sekarang dah kena tampal bar code kat frontpage, dan sticker berwarna kat kat tepi buku atas sticker putih kat atas tu. Sticker berwarna tu ikut jenis buku: sastera, fiksyen BM, fiksyen BI, Science, Religion etc. . Lain jenis, lain warna. dan aku pernah screw up 2 kali! Tapi nasib baik time tu aku sorang je, so macam rileks sket la..

Nak key-in ni paling strees sekali. Sampai berpinar dan pening kepala aku. serius tak tipu.
Untuk setiap buku, aku kena taip every details pasal buku tu. nama publisher, tempat, berapa muka surat, nama penulis, tajuk buku (ada tajuk yang betul2 confusing), tahun berapa dia terbitkan, ISBN code etc. memang berpinau. Yang ni aku srew up a lot. Sebabnya bila aku dah save untuk satu buku, supposed aku boleh edit, tapinya, kat komputer tu tak boleh pulak nak edit. Jadinya, aku kena delete balik semua yang aku dah buat sebab semua buku ada nombor bilangannya sendiri. *susah nak terangkan sebenarnya*

Yang bestnya bila aku jumpa buku-buku yang best kat PS. dan kebanyakan buku yang best tu daripada buku sumbangan (buku terpakai yang orang bagi/wakafkan kepada PS). contohnya:

buku ni tak sempat pinjam dan baca 

buku ni sempat pinjam 2 hari macam tu. tapi tak habis baca.
aku end-up download je ebook buku ni. free je.
tapinya in english la

Dan ada jugak buku-buku yang aku tak sangka boleh ada dalam pusat sumber sekolah rendah; ya lah, budak kecik(diorang memang physically and mentally kecik ok) mana baca buku-buku yang serius macam tu. Buku Najib Answers dan satu lagi buku oleh TPM dimana beliau menjawab soalan macam PM kita juga.( aku menyesal gila tak tangkap gambar buku tu haritu sebab kat google image takda)

Stress:

Aku stress bila aku sorang je yang baru, dan takda kawan. Minggu kedua baru aku discover yang rupanya ada lagi sorang cikgu baru (C) macam aku jugak yang bukan cikgu sebenar-benarnya. dia belajar benda lain dan jadi cikgu ganti kat situ. Tapi sebab dia ganti guru kelas, makanya, kerja dia bertimbun-timbun dan kami jarang dapat lepak sama-sama.

Aku tak duduk kat bilik guru (sekali je duduk dengan C) langsung. Aku duduk kat PS je. Sebabnya, aku rasa macam tak layak nak duduk kat bilik guru. Aku bukan cikgu, buat apa nak duduk kat situ, aku tak layak nak duduk situ. Rasa rendah diri.

Dan cikgu-cikgu lain pulak bukan semuanya friendly. Ada certain tu aku senyum, dia buat derk je. *stress*. Ada jugak yang aku tanya soalan, dia buat muka. *stress*.
Akan tetapi, ramai je cikgu yang friendly dan baik. Ada yang nampak aku dia senyum, tegur. Aku siap tumpang kereta cikgu-cikgu lain lagi hari-hari pergi dan balik sekolah.

banyak lagi benda yang stress time kerja ni. nanti aku cerita lagi.





*aku dah banyak kali dan dah lama dah nak tulis pasal ni tapi malas. malas bukan apa, cuma malas nak fikir. nak tulis kena fikir apa yang nak tulis. nak fikir tu yang malas. dan nak recall balik memori yang dah lebih sebulan pun macam susah lah pulak kan..

my story: the accidents

Assalamualaikum.

Aku masih ingat lagi macamana rasanya naik kereta atau motosikal dengan ayah aku. Macamana cara dia memandu, his attitude towards other drivers and people on the road.

Trust me, though sometimes he is filled with anger, he never forget to care about other people. No matter how late he is, how he is fighting racing against the time, he always drive safely. To make sure that we are safe; not only our family, but everyone else on the road.

for him, it's better to be late than sorry. we're okay; whenever he just stay on the left side of the road; not wanting to cut cross another car. though sometimes we just want him to speed up a little, but we understand. and its okay.

whenever we're driving at night, he makes sure that the lights are on, and properly adjusted to not disturb the up coming cars and drivers in front. he'll say "malam-malam jangan pasang lampu tinggi. silau. bahaya pada driver lain". and we shall have our informal driving etiquette lesson there.

He never forget to turn on the signal whenever he tries to turn to another side of the road. But whenever he accidentally forget to; which is very infrequent,  he would spontaneously says "terlupa nak bagi signal. nasib baik takda kereta kat belakang/nasib baik tak jadi apa-apa..".

if a motorcyclist rides crazily on the road feeling valentino rossi, he tries his best to protect that cyclist to not bump into him. to make sure that that guy, that stranger is safe too. he cares about them. when its rain, he'll be extra careful. especially when there is a sight of motorcyclist. you wanna know why? because he knows how does it feel to ride a motorcycle in a rain. soak in wet, that slippery road with potholes here and there, some stupid drivers which all are damn dangerous to them. he knows and he cares..

but you know, my father did tell me this. no matter how good we drive, how we tried so hard to ride/drive safely, someone irresponsible could always hit you and knock you down. there is.

this is entirely true when my father got hit by cars for how many times i don't know because he never always tell us everything that happened to him. he just dont want any of us to get so worried about him. As far as i know, he might've been hit 4 times when he rides a motorcycle. be it with my mother or just him alone.

you know that feeling when YOUR PARENTS got hit by somebody? you just cant stay calm. you just cant. thousands of thoughts would fill your mind and you just cant help to get worried. you cant help it.

the first accident that i know is when i was in form 1. i was at home at that time alone because it was the first week of ramadhan while my brother and sister were with the babysitter. nenek called me informing me that my parents got into an accident; hit by a car that morning when my father was riding my mother to work. a car hit them from the back near the petronas station in jalan ulu klang (i supposed) near by the junction to UIAM Gombak campus.

following that accident my mother was unconscious i dont know maybe a day or two? she was admitted to hospital selayang and then transferred to Gleneagles Hospital when her colleagues arrived seeing that her condition was not good. no proper treatment was given except the stitches on the side of her right eye(temple) and she was left on the bed soaked with her own blood since 8 am till 4 pm. My father was in a better condition, he was conscious but with some injuries on his face, knees and hands. That night when he got home, he looked terrible. His face was swollen with some black areas and he couldnt even talked and move his hands properly. when i asked him is there anything that i could help, he shooked his head and trying to speak as loud as he can asking me to just go to sleep. he cleaned his cuts but himself, putting the medications on his own. he didnt allow any of us to help.

the next afternoon, he drove us to ampang, visiting my mother and later that evening to Gombak police station lodging a police report regarding the accident. He's in pain, but he had to. His friend; pak cik aziz came and escorted us all the way from ampang till selayang, watching my father drove us. on the next day, we did the same thing and my mother had to undergo a surgery because her face was swollen badly, even some people couldn't recognized her. There was a piece of her broken glasses inside her temple which the previous hospital failed to identify.

what's more terrifying was when the police officer informed us that the area where the accident took place is a 'black area'; a famous spot where many fatal accidents have occurred.  We were lucky enough because there were witnesses who helped my parents(carrying my parents to the side of the road since they were unconscious) and fortunately there were police patrolling that area. Alhamdulillah..

that's the first.

the second and the third one, i didn't know it at the same day of the accident. both happened when i was in my high school years in kuantan. i accidentally came to know it when my siblings or my mother accidentally slipped it during our conversation, months later. Seemed like everybody just know it but me. When i asked, they said "saja tak nak bagi kau risau". hmm..

and this the forth one, i just knew it today; by sms. My father told me that he's home, got 2 days leave because he's not feeling so well. fyi, my father doesn't always on a leave unless if he has a prolonged fever until it's hard for him to get up. and then only he'll see a doctor and get an MC. so when he told me that he's on leave, it must be something serious. i asked him and it took him a while to reply. he said, he got into an accident last monday(6th of may) at 9pm(malaysia) in front of the IJN Jalan Tun Razak. it was raining, he must had been waiting for the rain to stop somewhere because he sms-ed me at 7pm(malaysia) that it was raining heavily. a car hit him from the back and it caused him some injuries on his hands, legs and back. My mother wasn't with him, she's at home on a-day leave after the election. at 11pm that night he sms-ed me again that he just got home, wet. not even a slight information that he has just got into an accident. He repeated "jangan risau tentang ayah" two times!

i'm not sure whether my sister in negeri sembilan knows about this. surely, i'm not gonna tell her anytime soon. if i would, it might be some other time next week or until she tells me first. i'm sure she'll cry far more worse than me.

you know, at time like this, it makes me think that it was such a stupid decision to even wanting to come here(egypt), for six years some more.

i cry as i write this. i'm not looking for any sympathy, nor donations. i just want to tell you my story.

i want you to know that whenever you are on the road, holding the steering, or on a bike, or even as a passenger, please do not forget to care about other people who are on the road too. put yourself in my situation, be in my shoe, how do i feel? and how would you feel?

don't let yourself to be the cause for other people to be put in this grave circumstances. people might hate you or even curse you for 'accidentally' doing this to them.

you are unintentionally being careless and selfish, yet someone else has to take the consequences. this is unfair and cruel at the same time.

* please pray for our safety anytime, anywhere and that everything will be fine. Amiinn..