A most
impressive story of PPL in SMA Negeri 3 Poso
The first time I started
writing this project as an assignment for Translation, I felt very lazy. Not
because I don’t want to do it, but due to the need to recall the fun things
that happened during PPL. Well, this paper can be said to be titled
"Memorable memories for PPL". Why not pleasant to remember these
things? Because personally, I think, every day for 2 months was all fun. Not a
single day I spend with unhappiness. So, I'm lazy to do it because I was
confused to tell the story of the most enjoyable. And after being given advice
by my cousin, Fiadwita, which is also my students when PPL, I finally decided
one of the most exciting thing that ever happened in 2 months of my job as an
English teacher at SMA Negeri 3 Poso.
That day is Thursday in the
third week since I first set foot in SMA Negeri 3 Poso. On that day, I was
supposed to be taught in grade tenth class A, at the lessons to 3 and 4, that
means about 8 to 10 am. Unfortunately, I have a college class schedule at this
time. I felt dilemma, I would teach or go to college? At that time, our class
schedules are still pretty hard to match our teaching schedule as a teacher of
PPL. Thus, our lecturer who teaches the course asked us to remain present
course schedule and plans to discuss the transfer of class schedules that will
not disrupt the teaching schedule.
Finally, I decided to go to
college. And in order to make my students don’t miss the material, which should
I teach in the day, before going to college I took time to get into the class,
check the attendance list and then ask for permission because I couldn’t
fulfill my teaching hours. I gave them the task to be done during time of 2
hours. I didn’t lose my wits, I also asked their opinion about creating
additional classes in the afternoons, after school. It is intended to pay off
my teaching schedule is passed. I have to get a deal with them. We will
implement additional classes on Saturdays at 4 pm.
When Saturday arrived, I
asked Fiadwita to remind her friends so they won’t forget with our additional
class. Based on information provided by Fiadwita, make me feel quite sad
because she thought her friends seemed not to care. And she said, "It
seems like only a few will come, ma'am. Some people will follow for scout
camping activities, there’s the following beauty extracurricular, and some are
living in coastal areas, so maybe they won’t come. "
But I didn’t immediately
surrender. Saturday afternoon at half past four I was waiting for them in the
classroom. Just me and Fiadwita, I did pick her up to go with. After a few
minutes, some students began to come. Almost a half of them. Then followed by
another student who according to information from Fiadwita, won’t have time to
attend for reasons earlier. A member of the Scouts said, "We are taking
the time to come, ma'am. Anyway, we went to the location with the departure for
the second turn, it is at 5.30 pm.”
Then those who follow beauty
extracurricular said," We have participated in the daytime schedule, Mom,
even though beauty schedule for class 10 at 4 pm, luckily we were allowed, so
it’s now completed and we can be present.”
And many more sayings that
make me happy and thrilled. I just don’t think that they all will come and meet
my class. With their presence, already answered the question in my mind,
"Did they like when I’m teaching? Will they be happy to come to receive
the knowledge that I’ll give this afternoon? Is two weeks since my presence
among them could provide the sense of teachers and students?”
On that day, I began to
understand the words of the head of SMA Negeri 3 Poso when first greeted our
arrival, "Being a teacher isn’t to be feared but to be respected. When
they respect you, they will gladly soak anything that you teach and remember,
students will just say, I like that teacher, only because of the breadth of
knowledge that we show them.”
It didn’t waste my efforts
even though only two weeks to share knowledge with them and keep my dignity in
front of them; in the end they can respect me as their real teacher.
Warmest,
Winda
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