Assalamualaikum
Hi, I haven’t been writing for so long and I’m sorry for that. I want to talk about what happened on my first week out of fourteen weeks of my fifth semester. This is my last semester for my diploma studies. I am currently studying in UiTM Alor Gajah. I have been here for two years now and I hope I can pursue my degree at Puncak Alam. It would be very convenient for me as it is so close to my house.
I returned to my college on Friday, the day before the actual registration that is on Saturday and Sunday. I participated in the registration of students into college. Basically, I was just making sure they got their room keys by signing their name. Thinking back, for those students who study in UiTM Alor Gajah, they are very lucky because they will get to stay in college inside UiTM no matter what and for those who didn’t get a place in any college, they can make their plead by writing letter to the college management. While waiting for the result, they have to transit for a week in a college.
So, I was there, taking care of our assigned college. I have to register students for Tun Ali college and Tun Hamzah college. All I have to do is to register JPK and sekitariat of the college because those two colleges are occupied by the interims who got into the college before us. I was there for the whole day and it was scorching hot. I got migraine from it. It lasts for three days.
For the next day, I decide to take a rest. It shocked me that I got migraine just from sitting in the hall for a day. Just sitting. Then, I got migraine, wth! On Sunday, thought that I could get some rest for the whole day, I cannot because I was not peaceful with the ‘male traffics’ I would say. My room is the furthest of the corridor, it got the whole view of our college. So, parents would go there to see the whole view of the college and furthermore my room is on the highest floor that is the third floor. I want to open my door for efficient ventilation but I cannot. On the evening, I can tolerate with parents who help their daughters settle in their things into their room but after five, it is not appropriate because we would be not wearing our hijab and we want to rest at that time. I notice a very distinct differences between my time and theirs. I mean we are millennial but we are very different. Millennial nowadays are very spoiled. For me, I wouldn’t want my parent to help me lift my things up to my room. It is on the third floor for god sake and I wish I can manage on my own, lifting my own things. I did most of it. My mother helped me twice and my father helped me once. I carried the heavy ones and it hurts my heart that my parent also helped me carrying my things to my room.
I mean, do children nowadays do not have that conscience or do the parents spoiled their kids too much? That is my question that I have been asking myself and my parent since their first time entering the university (MDS). I am not jealous because I think my parent provide me enough for me to live on my own, to take care of myself when I am away from them. I am capable of being independent and I rarely call my parent nor I go back to my house every weekend. What struck me the most is when I got to know there was one or two parents that were still there when their children went for the orientation. It is absurd! If you want your daughter to be in front of you for the whole time, might as well, take her home and homeschool her. I know parents want the best for their children but there is a limit. My parent give me chances to learn and find out things on my own. When I have that chance, I can be more independent and it taught me how to solve problem on my own. Alhamdulillah, I gain courage from it and I can feel that I become more independent person.
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