where the wind blows, the root is standing still

My next stories about my elementary teacher. Her name is Ibu Titin (actually I forgot her full name). She is the most beautiful teacher that I had in elementary school. She’s Sundanese actually, so she was so good when she taught the Sundanese. I need to tell you that I have the Sundanese class. It’s trully difficult, since I’m not Sundanese. But let’s forget about the lesson.

I have a memorable story about her. One day before the class ended, we usually collect the homework. And if the students didn’t do the homework, they must stand in front of the class and get some preaches from the teacher. Then you have to finish it at the class. So you will be the last to be home. That day, I actually had done the homework. I collect my work. I trully did it. But then the teacher says that she hadn’t seen my homework yet. Then I move forward to make sure that I’d already collected it on her desk. We usually collected the homework in front of the teacher on the teacher’s desk. Then, I didn’t find my work. I go back to my seat, then try to find my work. But there’s nothing. Well, I get back to the teacher and said that I had collected my work, but I didn’t know why it was disappeared.

The teacher gets a little bit angry, then said that I’m lying that I had done the homework. She ordered me to stand in front of the class. I insisted that I’ve done the homework. But the more I insisted, the more the teacher got angry. I started to cry. And after, I had to stand for a long time. I was the person who got home late, that was because of the punishment that I should receive. I was still crying when I walked out the class. I was unlucky, because the teacher accused me that I didn’t do the homework. But the next unlucky occasion happened again. Since I kept on crying, I didn’t watch my step. I fell into a deep ditch in front of my school. My legs were hurted and needed to do some treatment because it was bleeding. The people in front of my school who were helping me out from the ditch.

Until now, I never know where is my homework. Because when I checked at home, I didn’t even see my homework. And I was quite sure that I’ve already collect the homework. I feel that the teacher was unfair by doing that to me. But still she was my beautiful teacher. After I passed the second grade, she moved to another school. So until now, I haven’t seen her yet. I love to be taught by you. Thank’s for everything…

It’s been a long time that I want to post all the teachers who had ever taught me. From the elementary until senior high school. Since I didn’t enroll the kindergarten, so I can not show the profile of my kindergarten teacher. For me the first teacher is my mother.  She has a very good way of teaching. She taught me and my brother about the basic calculation, writting, and reading. And the result is not disappointing. She is good in teaching and taking care of the children.

My first environment in education is Elementary School. For me it’s the most memorable time in my life. I didn’t have to study harder, like I do now. It’s fun…just learn how to write and do the simple calculation. Beside, I don’t need to memorize many lessons. I have many beautiful experiences in my Elementary School. Ibu Yus (that’s the nickname of Ibu Yusmiasih) is a very tough and patient teacher that I’ve ever known. She taught the first grade. You know what, to be the teacher in the first grade needs extra patience. And she had that. She is perfect to be the first grade teacher. She is not only handling the lessons, but also handling the students. She is the second mother for all the students. She took care all the messy things happened in the class. Noisy is one of the most difficult thing to handle. But she had her own way to keep the students paid attention to her.

She was not fierce, but she had her own rule. Her voice was loud, but she didn’t judge the students. She was strong, but her hands showed the tenderness. She would hug you when you are too afraid to be injected when the doctor came to the school for the immunization. She would not come home until your mom came to pick you up. She is excellent. The best teacher for leaning on.

From the frst time I come up to the school environment, I don’t feel so safe. I just feel curious to be there. Since I didn’t attend the kindergarten school, so I started my school time in the Elementary school. As an elementary student, I was so worry that my mother would not be with me. So she would not accompany me to do many things that I couldn’t do by myself.

But, I had some very wonderful teachers. They treat me like their own son/daughter. They keep me warm. Eventhough, still my mother was waitting outside. I have a very memorable story about my elementary teacher. His name is Pak Namin. He is an Islamic religion teacher. Actually he is so kind, but when he came up to the class I was crying as hard as I can. Do you know why? Because he was wearing glasses. What’s wrong with glasses! That’s the story begins. I was so affraid of the blind people. People who are blind usually wears dark glasses. And in my age, I couldn’t differ the dark glasses and other glasses. I just thought that the people who is wearing glasses is blind.

I was a weird people at that time, some friends of mine always laughed everytime I started to cry when Pak Namin entered the classroom. The solution was my mother attending the class just to make me calm. So funny My mother always gave me an understanding, that Pak Namin was not blind. “If he is blind, how could he teach you and your friends”, my mom said. At that time she told about that I think that I can understand. But when the Pak Namin’s class began, I forgot all of my mom’s sayings. I cried again and again, and my mom attended this class again…

All of the teachers and also the headmaster tried to find the solution for my problem. They decide to change the Islamic religion teacher with Bu Yayah. Then the tragedy stopped. But, after I grow up, I always thinking why did Pak Namin out from the school. It should be me who is out from the school. Just because of 1 person, the lovely teacher is ready to be transferred to another school. Oh my goodness…What kind of a student I was..!