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My first best teacher was my mother.
Her teaching method is simple. She just caned me whenever i forgot something and whenever my marks fall below the 'A'.

That made me hated school so much i planned to run away from home many times. That also force me to think about existence and choice that wasn't in my hands.

I was forced to be first in class many times during my primary school years. The teachers in school are surprised at my common near 100% scores. I wasn't. I have to. Or else.

My mother wasn't educated. So when i reached the age of 13, whatever i learnt in school she couldn't understand. So she couldn't really examine my memory or studies. I did fail many subjects but somehow her methods weren't effective anymore.

The teacher that i respect the most and who most deeply affected me was my Form 1 (when i was age 13) Biology teacher. An Indian teacher named something like Ananda. He gave us only one question for the term exams. "How do we see?"

Most of us answered, "With the eye" including me. We all got 0 marks. That was shocking to us. How then would we see? Students tried to argue and proposed further refined answers. "Thru the light that entered our eyes". Half mark! Finally we got the complete answer.

"Signals that are transmitted by the receptor cells in the retina of the eye, converted from light that entered the eye via the cornea, whatever" 100 marks.

The next term, he gave this question, "What is an animal?" Aw! We toiled for the answer. We flipped through the books. We couldnt satisified this stoic, spoke only when necessary master. He also was the most effective in ensuring a most obedient class. He will make you stand on the chair, then on the table, then threathen to tie u to the rotating fan, on next escalation of indiscipline, of which is often due to my urge to talk incessantly to anyone within earshot.

When i was caught trying to do some other lesson's homework hidingly under my desk, he will notice, walk up to me, took the exercise book i was working on, and threw it out into the school yard without saying a word. Many-many years later i realise that was what Sun Tze taught. So i never knew him as a friend, only as the biology master that makes one tremble at the mere visualisation of his approach.

But he is the one who taught me to be possessed by critical analysis. He often asked questions after questions to make us derive the wanted answer rather than tell us the answer right away. The "why?", "how?", "what?", and "why?" again rings constantly in his classes.

I hardly had any teacher like that throughout my learning years until i was in computing class at age 19. It was a Chinese programming lecturer who again apply the same method of delivering knowledge - by asking.
"How do you know the file is there?", "Why you say that record is returned?", "What makes that hash bit correct?"

In my early years as a teacher to other students, i mostly failed due to my ineptness to differentiate between learning and teaching as two different vocations. There were no learning disabilities, only teaching disabilities. That means the student is not stupid, the teacher is.

Thus the failure of our Malaysian students of been world-class is therefore in the Malaysian Education system itself. It still has not reformed itself from the archaic yearly exam style where students are forced to memorise instead of think. They only know "what, where, and when?" instead of "why?" - the single most effectivef thinking question.

Thus your status in life is now going to be determined by how much retention you have in your head. Naturally i failed in that aspect. I was utterly restless in that environment. I need to think. I cannot sit still in calss after class devouring raw facts. I have to get out for fresh air. And i drop out of school. By choice. I went to the university of life. I went through the university of life. I was in the streets. I visited teachers of my choice. I travelled. During that time my contemporaries were in universities slogging their hearts out.

I studied religion by choice as i have enough of bio-sciences. I studied economics and arts. I studied history. I cook for myself and find my own trade to survive. I reprinted books for my computing class. I finish that class in one year and obtain 2 certificates in what would take others 3 years.
I financed those studies by helping my mum selling cigarettes during the weekends at the Turf Club. During the weekdays, i will teach at private schools and night tuition classes. I earned just enough to scrap through computing school, which was very expensive.
I learnt Basic programming which intrigued me. I was given a bubble sort exercise which i returned to the teacher the shortest lines of coding he ever seen. I know that cos he told the class, "I haven't seen before how someone could squeeze that logic into so few lines". I was ungoverned but self governed. I learnt fast cos i choose what to learn. I was a rebel with his own cause.

Through out life i choose many subjects. Astronomy, psychology, sexology, philosophy and subjects not taught in elementary school. I couldnt wait to go to university to learn that. Another queer thing is that in University you couldnt really choose all those above. They just want you to focus on a particular stream, and then serve the system of a producing-consuming industrial matrix.

I was drawn in by the personality of Jesus, so i studied the Bible backwards in time until i reach the Dead Sea Scrolls. I was interested in what happened after him. I couldnt find further in the Testaments beyond Saul, so pester the priests until one Father said, "Oh, you can go to Ayatollah Khomeni for that answer". I did. I mean study Islam and find out for myself further continuation of those stories.

I am just dead curious if i cannot understand why certain things exist. I was so captivated by the mere information that quasars exist at the most unimaginalble distances only detectable by deep space seeking miles apart radio dishes that are billions of light years away that i just could not sleep after knowing that. "How could that possible be?" And where is the final denominator of the universe? Where is the wall?

I began to offer my own original thinking. If there is a wall, there will be space or region after that wall. And so forth, the denominator can never be at an end, or can never exist. Maths offer the only representation. We put the infinite as the denominator. That actually makes it inifinitely zero. And you cannot divide by zero. The end of maths. Or is it?

I converted myself into the mystical, into hours of deep reflection trying to nail the elusive final unifying theory. I found descriptions of the answer. I found out that its not in the describing but rather than in the being. I found out that its within you rather than without.

And deep within, I also realise my ultimate teacher.

[Akmal]

Akum….

My best teacher?? Actually I don’t have any best teacher, I just like some teacher that make me understands what they’re teaching about. I think my best teacher is “experience”. Yes, from experience I can learn something practically and I can remember it strongly. For me, to get new experience is really hard, taken more time and u must have high passion. But, of course it’s worth it..

It’s good to have best teacher personally. I have 2/3 best teacher. From my point of view, the best teacher for me is “experience”. From experience, I can learn what mistakes I do, how to correct the mistakes, gain something new and use it.

At the moment I can’t post in University.Sourceforge.net yet bcoz I want to study and read all post in the forums properly and study eclipse too. What I can say, from that forums I can see how the first 5 members apprentices team work. It really interesting and make me wonder of them. My question now, is it I can work like that? Or at least like them. This all make me afraid to start practical there. This is because I don’t have any experience work in IT area. My working experience only as a substitute English teacher at primary school near my hometown. I just teach class year 2 and 3 only. By the way, I like it bcause I can be a kid again when with them . It make me happy teaching them all especially when the teacher day comes. I’m the teacher that receive many gifts at that day. It’s a wonderful experience for me .

I think that’s all from me….tq.
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Never Give Up, Never Surrender.

[Saipol Rizal]

Hai..

Different people have different experience in their life. The experience depends on how they handle it and what they get from it.
When the government have find out that the education system in Malaysia nowadays have to change, they tried to exchange the system again. I have read in the news that kerajaan akan mengawal kerja rumah pelajar diperingkat sek rendah agar tidak terlalu banyak deberikan latihan utk mengurangkan beban kepada pelajar…….eeemm tapi kalau that system x success then the government must change the system again n again… started on 1997 Malaysian education have a lot of changes in the system it self, I think the student already immune of the changes that have been made but I wonder that the changes that have been made by the government today are to improve Malaysian Education system itself or to improve the students….
If we don’t memorize all that thing, how come we want to pray if the ayat2 dlm semayg pun dah x ingat sbb benda2 ni dah memang tetap dan x perlu ada perubahan dr dulu sampai sekarang drpd bepuluh2 waktu yg tinggal 5 waktu sahaja…itu pun nak mintak kurang lagi …….in some place we have to remember but in the other hand for sure we must think….. but it all depend on how we can manipulate the past experience these days.
What ever the changes been made by whom is doesn’t matter……the problem either we can accept it or just leave it …..