God helps those who help themselves.

It's been awhile I didn't update anything in this blog.
Just a few heads up before we began a new entry for this year:

- I worked at Starbucks for almost 5 months.

- Resigned on the 5th February 2017.

- Reason for leaving : I'm continuing my study in Bachelor of Education (Hons) Major in Early Childhood Education. Minor in Special Education Needs.

- Studying at SEGi University again due to financial crisis and vital time.

- And... I'm becoming an early intervention specialist. Biiznillah.

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I was nervous.
In a few months, I'll be teaching children again in school.
Not only that I was nervous, but excited as well.

You couldn't imagine what I was thinking right now.
I had a lot of goals in mind.
For a failure like me, I never knew how to give up.

Odd.

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The first day I stepped into my classroom, I've met new faces again.
A few of them in that class were my juniors and classmates during my time in studying Diploma in Early Childhood Education.

I had no troubles in making new friends.
Simply to say, I gave a warm smile to everyone that I've met for the first time.

Cut to the chase, the first day of class, Dr. Gurnam Kaur who taught us for 'Introduction to Curriculum and Pedagogy' gave some pep talk before we began our new semester as teachers in training.

The most memorable words were

"God helps those who help themselves."

which was said by her nun when she was studying at convent primary school.

After the pep talk, she wanted us to introduce ourselves.
The toughest question that she asked was,

"What is your aspiration?"

What touched my heart was everyone knew what they were aspired to be after finishing their Degree soon.
I was so motivated by everyone in this class.

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I didn't talk much like I used too.
I felt like I'm the only Malay girl in class (even though there's another girl who's Malay and we're not even clique).
I tried to blend in with my Chinese friends,
but they often spoke in Mandarin. (it's fun to pick up some words and phrases from them tho)

Still, I was struggling to share my feelings with someone who could understand me better like I used to.

Not that I hate my Chinese friends.
I love them.
Indeed.

But I just wanted someone who can speak Malay and have time for me as well.
It's tiring.
I mean, I'm just tired in speaking in English.
I miss speaking in my own native language.

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Year 2 Semester 1 just ended.
Hopefully, I'll make it through until the end of the year.