Discomfort
Sometimes, we've no choice but to walk barefoot on this long and arduous road.
Today, I attended the first session of a three-day training programme that aims to prepare me well for my teaching internship which will begin next week.
It’s always an unpleasant feeling for me whenever I enter a place that’s filled with so many unfamiliar faces, some of whom are chatting away with one another and others who are just as lost as me. Luckily, a fellow school mate from National Junior College recognised me and came up to me. Coincidentally, he was from Catholic High School. I guess I do have a lot of affinity with students from that school.
Today, I also met a fellow acquaintance who was once in my orientation group. It’s really an amazing sight to see someone who’s younger than me and who was once my junior, being transformed into this confident and mature woman. I guess time really does change a person. I’ve already lost two years of my life. It’s time to start to pick myself up and earn back whatever precious time that I’ve lost.
What began as an interesting and informal sharing session by a principal and 2 ex-interns slowly became an uncomfortable and nerve-wrecking training session at the end. Throughout the whole session, me and my friends were just praying hard not to be chosen by the speaker. Instead of training us to be more confident with ourselves, I guess the programme really backfired.
The first day was definitely an uncomfortable one and I really do hope that tomorrow will be much better. Or maybe I should just hope that things will not get any more worse than today.
