Six years ago, when I was a clueless teenager fresh out of school, I was given the opportunity to study to become an English teacher, though it has never, ever crossed my mind that I would end up as one someday. I was the pain in the ass smart Alec student, so I knew what I should NOT be when I grow up. However, karma is a bigger bitch than I am.
I was then instructed to register myself at Maktab Perguruan Gaya, KK. I met my new equally clueless classmates, got grilled by seniors during orientation week, fell in love with my new friends right away and even went for a pseudo-BTN thingy. I was even convinced by my friends to be part of a cultural dance performance. My friends from school would've died laughing if they knew I'm in a cultural dance group. And they'd crawled out of their grave just to get humoured again. Eye candies were in abundance too. All in all, this new college life would've been awesome.
Then came a messenger who asked me to go meet this HEP guy.
"You need to go to Maktab Perguruan TI, JB to do this course. By next week. UITM, the twinning partner of MPGaya recognises you as a non-bumiputera. And as you know, UITM only accepts Bumis."
Well sir, I didn't know that. And you just fucked up my coulda been beautiful life.
I have to do the meet-and-greet-fitting-in-awkwardly all over again. And I've never been more than 500KM away from home.
I hated the change so much. I was even hoping the plane would fall and crash before we could reach JB. That bad.
Adjusting to a totally new environment was hard. It took time to be able to relate with the 'new' people from 'the other side', and things didn't become easier when you're "different". And I missed home so, so much.
So I figured I needed some Chicken Soup lovin'.
And soon, I was fine. And life couldn't be more awesome.
A month ago, I felt the same anxiety and fear I felt six years ago.
So I figured what I need now is a different kind of chicken soup.
I'm no longer a collegian but a teacher.
Like I said, karma's a bitch.