Not all that is maroon, glitters...

After so many years of waiting, I am at last the Ketua Pengawas. All that I have fought for, the orders that I carried and the missed classeses, all that finally paid off. Boy...... was I over the moon when they told me i got it!!!!!!!!!!!!! yeah baby!!! hahahaha... :0



However, things haven't been so good lately. It's a tough job alright. Being up there, I have no permanent tempat jaga. I now devide my time between several places:



- the gates

- the toilets

- the assembly area

- the blocks

Our job-the Supreme Council and I-is to govern the Lembaga Pengawas. I feel blessed by Allah because I have such dedicated team. We are all still learning and pray that we'll be able to lead this school on. I have never felt more tired than ever within the past few days. I believe that the feeling is mutual concerning my colleagues as well.

So far school discipline is at an OK level. I was at the Boys toilet (B block, ground floor) with Firdaus Aznan. We were both amazed at how quiet the school was. Deep within the dark recesses of my heart I could not help but wonder, "wouldn't it be nice if every school day was like this". But then again, parents might go and complain to the Ministry of Education. They might think that all their kids were dead. Go figure. Most them are-mentally.

I have reason to believe that some unscrouplous students are still smoking regardless of Ramadhan. It boggles my mind. Really it does. I mean, ever heard of something as neraka and dosa?? Despite my opinion, I always remind myself that it their life and they can do what they want. Besides, as my dear friend Naurah would say, "Alah, mati besok kubur asing-asing".