The ME Book

My dad bought a set of Encyclopedia , when I was quite young . The one tittle that I liked the most ,was The ME Book . Now , in this book , it tells the jouney of a baby growing up to be a toddler . I remember that I always used to take it and read . The illiustrations were just nice and beautiful as well.

The book has nothing to do with today's posting . I just wanted to use the tittle book for my posting today .

I remember back when I first got into teaching . I worked for a very strict principal . At that time I needed a job and so my friend introduced me to the school . I was very happy that at least I had a job . During that year , me dad lost his job and I just graduated . We were trying hard to make ends meet and that was when I decided to take on the teaching job.

My salary was nothing to shout about and I am even not ashamed to tell you . I was offered RM 400.00 per month . I took it . NO choice , We needed the money and for now that was enough but in my mind I knew I was under paid .

At the end of each month , I would give all of my salary to my mum . She seem to manage very well when it comes to the crunch . I made a pact with all the angels up in heaven and said that I will continue working and put food on the table and all I asked was courage and strength .

After a few months working , my boss decided to give me half a class . Meaning that a second session and I will have to work untill 2.30 pm . I accepted but my salary was not increased . I kept quiet and hung on .

The following year my salary increased by Rm 50.00 . I told myself that I have to have more value , means qualification . I needed that . I waited ....my salary increased every year until I was earning RM 800.00 . I was proud but the years of struggling on was tough . I just don't know how I hung on . It was God's grace .

Along my journey as a teacher , I came accross some wonderful parents . I had this boy in my class and he is a Down Syndrome child . It so happen that he came to me . But I'd like to think that GOd send him to me because I needed to be saved and I knew that this boy could save me . Our friendship grew and he began to trust me . He went whereever I went and he never trusted any of the teachers except me.

We ate together , we sheared food , I fed him , I cleaned him up when he messed up himself ... everything . Until one day I had a surprise , from his mother . She came up to me one day and told me to pass some money to the van driver and before I could walk away , she pressed an envelope in my hand . She said that this is for me . I took it witout thinking twice and all along I tought that it was a thank you note . I was wrong , inside the envelope was RM 200.00 . I did not know how to react because what I did was to just teach and be with the children.

So , I did the next best thing . I enrolled myself for an Early Childhood Programme . I paid my fees with the money . This went on for the next 2 years and I did tell his mother what I did with her money .

My salary was increased ... four figure . I gave thanks to GOD because without Him I am nothing . I worked for the school and after 13 years I got fed up and resigned . I went to Brunei . When I got back from Brunei I decided to join the school again .... that was not a clever move . I worked for another 2 years and then I quit for good .

It was high time that I moved along. I was not appreaciated and was overworked. Everything esle was the same . There was nothing that I could learn anymore and it was time for a change .
I made the right decision to leave and I am working in another school . The dramas would be there but I am up for it and I hope that next year will be better .

Perhaps a promotion ?