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Teaching is...

Hey blog, in this holy sunday afternoon 1:21 PM I will write about my experience in teaching. Any kind. Ooohooo... this is gonna be so honest and exciting.
When I was younger (maybe untill now), I always like presentation. I like to explain something. I would do my best doing that. The first presentation I could remember is presenting health products of CNI hahahahahahaha to my friends or even my friends' parents! That was when I was still in Elementary School. Dang I was so cool! The first real-teaching experience of mine actually wasn't teaching English. I cheoreographed. Yaay. In Junior High. I didn't perform, I made the routines for those girls to perform as final test of art subject. I my self joined a band and played keyboard. The dance song was remix, but I only remember the first and second song. They were Die Another Day (Madonna) and Get Your Freak On (Missy Elliot) ahahahahaaa niiice... And for your information, the girls I choreographed for were not my close friends. I kinda didn't know them. I just knew they went to same school with me. That was a plus. Super cool experience. They practiced n my hut, second floor. And then, still Junior High story, for final performance of theatre extracurricular, I directed an act for a poem Kerawang Bekasi by Chairil Anwar. That also required practice. We practiced for about a week or more, in my hut, second floor. That ended well too. It's amazing to remember how I had such huge confidence. Now less.

When I was first grade in high school, a junior high school friend came to my house and asked for an English tutorial. Her name is Nurul Ulum :D She was going to face mid-test and she didn't understand at all so it was urgent. I tried my best but her first comment wasn't a question. It was... "gaya thok kon kei" (maybe, in English: What A Poser!) It was because she saw my big picture frame. The photos are small, a strip of three small photos of me but the frame was big and it looks fabulous. Hahahaha. What a comment in English learning session. I don't have that picture anymore.

At first grade in high school I had a chance of explaining math to the class. Damn you know I hate and really suck at it. But you know what? It was a success. Well of course I strained my brain two nights before. It is giving your biggest will to understand, then make a system to re-tell it. That was my first lesson about teaching. 
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