My calling
At the rate I'm spending my pay from the month of Jan, I will really be bankrupt & uber duper broke soon @_@ AAHHH
I REALLY really miss my understanding & nice supervisor, Mrs Katherine Low! She's the most amazing & understanding supervisor EVER! (Shall blog more about my internship when I'm not drifting off to sleep like I feel like doing now) God has really given me the best supervisor an intern could ask for (: thank Him so, so, so MUCH ^^
She already approved my Feb timesheet 1 night after I sent it to her. So efficient!
Went for a telemarketing job interview at Great Eastern. 
Louis Hor recommended it. Pay is $6 per hour, from 4pm to 9pm 5 hours per day, only on weekdays. I felt that it was good cause it wouldn't clash with pioneering (I mean, hello my leader works this job too?) The person interviewed me and I felt that it went alright.
I got the rejection call on wednesday night. I don't know the reason, he didn't really elaborate & I didn't ask. But it seemed like he later mentioned briefly that he usually did not hire people who cannot communicate well. (Huh? What was that about? O.o)
So I found this part time job as a door-to-door sales promoter selling gifts at night. Started work today. 6-10pm. 40% commission. No basic pay. Managed to sell 9 after combing about 4 blocks? VERY tiring T_T God really blessed me with nice people who helped buy from me. God really treats me like a princess sometimes & I totally don't deserve it at all =.=
I really want to teach!!!! God, next week we are getting our A level results (most likely) & I really pray that You will make a way for me to teach!
This was the story shared during the MOE talk which moved me to tears & convicted me that I really want to teach in the future.
-------Best and Favorite Teacher---------
There is a story many years ago of an elementary school teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of the 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and told them she loved them all the same.
But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn’t play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant.
It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would almost take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X’s and then putting a big “F” at the top of his papers.
At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child’s past records and she put Teddy’s off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy’s first grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners…he is a joy to be around.”
His second grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.”
His third grade teacher wrote, “His mother’s death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn’t show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren’t taken.”
Teddy’s fourth grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school. He doesn’t have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class.”
By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents that were wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper except for Teddy’s. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy brown paper he got from a grocery bag.
Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume.
But she stifled the children’s laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.
Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, “Mrs. Thomson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to.”
After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children.
Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded.
By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her “teacher’s pets.”
A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he’d stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor’s degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer, the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.
The story doesn’t end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he’d met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.
Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.
They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson’s ear, “Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.”
Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back.
She said, “Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn’t know how to teach until I met you.”
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I really love this story very very much. It really touches me. This is my calling, God... I really believe it with all my heart.
Only when I speak of teaching am I so confident & sure of what I want. Only when I tell people about why I want to teach will I really be so genuinely excited & expectant.
