On the threshold of....

Bismillah.
Salaaam to all.

First of all.
God, please forgive me when I whine.

Alhamdulillah.
Last January, upon knowing that I was going to start a 12-week yet-to-predict life in a new place,
I felt:

Nervous
Excited
Scared
Happy
Quite not ready

mixed feelings.....

Ala kulli haal, I HAVE TO FACE IT. No matter how..

And alhamdulillah.
It has been more than a month, and I have learnt quite a lot- generally about how a teacher's life is both at school and after school . (or to be precise how a PRACTICUM teacher's life is- I have to mention this because the term starting with 'P' here carries some difference to your title, to a large extent.) This is life~

Sometimes.
I feel good.
Sometimes.
I feel bad. Really bad that I sometimes I broke down.

Sometimes, I don't even feel good teaching the subject.
I have tried, but sometimes things just didn't turn out well.
NEVER MIND. I still have tomorrows, insya-Allah.

Sometimes, I have to 'abandon' the formality- Curriculum Specs, Syllabus etc.
and I believe in FLEXBILITY. flexibility.

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WHY ENGLISH?

Why did I choose English?

-reflecting-

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- seen at Fulham Cross Girls School & Language College, London -

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Again,

O Lord, please

Forgive me when I whine....

After all, this is just the threshold, I have yet to enter the real world....

ganbarimas! 

insya-Allah!

:La hawla wa la quwwata illa billah: