Motivasi Alihan Pelajar

As the title goes, I skipped the school jogathan because of that. Now people may say, "Its just a normal motivation speech!" but... to be honest... its helped me boost up that little confidence I had for my PMR. To my slacker friends, I might not be in contact with you guys much. It all started at Saturday, 8.30 am...

As I entered the erm... hall, I can see a lot of strangers, all attending the RM300-costing motivation camp. They were all as blur as I am. My cousin was there too. After a few minutes of awkward silence and seating problems, the first session finally started. As the teacher came in the hall, you all might say the first thing he would say is "welcome to the MAP blah blah blah we teach you how to study blah blah blah"... but, this is really different. As soon as he came in, BAM! He started shouting at us because we greeted his "assalamualaikum" very poorly, like a monday perhimpunan rasmi in SMKDJ. Me and the other 250 students just listened in silence as he screamed and yelled and how he totally dissed us on how we were so STUPID and how we are so WEAK and were SO ON SO ON... All we could do was just listen, coz everything was fucking, true.

So after the first teacher had left, the second teacher came in. You all might think the suffering has just ended. Guess what? IT FUCKING DIDNT! The second teacher came in and yelled at us on how we were WEAK and how we are all STUPID and how we like to SLACK, DRUGS, SMOKE, REMP IT, SO ON SO ON. And again we all listened in total, fucking, dead, silence... if he got $1 for every true thing he said about us, he wouldnt be there talking to us at that time.

Finally, the third teacher came in. Thats where the jokes come in. The third teacher was especially the most favorited, coz he didnt yell much, except for that one time one kid fell asleep. I tell you, 1 thing all those 3 teachers have in common is, if a kid is being a total bad kid like in school, you would get a shoe stuck in your skull, literally... Im not joking. You go there and sleep, youre fucking dead meat. But one thing we all learned is, at that day was, how to remember things well. Yeah some motivational speeches say like "remember your notes by repeating it, repeat, repeat" but I didnt know that there was an easier way to repeat, and not FORGET! Im a god damn lucky student to go there. Im not joking. Just on the first day, they changed 30% of us from total stupid slacking malay boys, to a slightly better version of us.

The second day came, we got tested on wether we had studied the ways to remember our studies. Funny eh? So the first teacher, as in the second teacher of yesterday, came in and took a look at our answer sheet, as yesterday, he shouted, and scolded, and yelled, and did some things with his hands to make us look like were stupid, and some more yelling. It was all true. Not even 10% of us bothered to even study what we had learned. I was lucky I took the chance to look back. But that didnt stop him from tearing our answer sheets to threads though... 3 times... and whats amazing is that what he said was all, fucking true. As the more truth unfolded, we began to realize more about what we had to change. I just realized that, 'JUST STUDYING AND READING' wasnt enough. Not even 1% close to achieving an A. We had to know how to READ and how to STUDY the most effective way. Im not joking. We had to learn HOW to READ and STUDY. HOW to PICK all the IMPORTANT NOTES. Like PICK all the notes that are ENLARGED, or italiced, or highlighted and underlined. I wish you guys were there to actually know what you could do to get that 10% bit to get that A+ you had all dreamed of. But its for malay muslims since it uses muslim words and such.

So although you all think I just booked a class to get yelled at, actually being yelled at is 50% of the whole thing. The other 50% of the whole class was spent on real life stories, examples, and making jokey examples and such. Being yelled at was just a way to make us focus 200% at what they were teaching coz it was especially important. It was 2 days, 2 knowledge-filled days. Seriously if you have the chance to go there and make a new something out of yourself, (to all malay muslims of course) then go there. You'd be glad your mum had spent that precious 300 on that class. Oh yeah and dont forget to hug your mum and say "thanks mum for everything you have done". Its the one thing that your gonna regret losing.

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