Cat City Love in Kuching, Malaysia

From July 20, 65438 to August 27, 65438, I spent six weeks in Malaysia, which is of great significance in my life. Because I am an education major, I am very interested in teaching activities, so I signed up for many teaching projects. As for why I finally chose Kuching, Malaysia, it may be because it is a cat city and I happen to love cats. This is the second time in my life that I have gone abroad to participate in the project alone. Before leaving, I was told that there may be no hot water, air conditioning and internet in the teaching place, and I should prepare sleeping bags in case there are not enough beds. (Later, I arrived and found that it was not as terrible as I thought. )

I've never experienced such a harsh environment, but I'm still more excited than afraid after hearing about it. Perhaps I was too eager to jump out of my comfort zone and feel another kind of scenery when I was young. I am looking forward to all the unknown experiences in this trip. Although on the first day of my trip, I encountered some problems at the airport, such as baggage consignment and flight delay, I still couldn't quench my enthusiasm.

In the first week, I mainly received some professional teaching and training, from which I learned a lot of skills about speech and public expression, and made new friends from all over the world in the task of teamwork. In our spare time, OCs will take us to the city for sightseeing. In the evening, we occasionally go back to the park to run, or join the local Zumba square dance crowd, or borrow a child's bike to ride. Life is simple and happy.

The second week, we went to the largest activity center for children with cerebral palsy in Kuching, and I got a deeper understanding of cerebral palsy. It is mostly their mothers who come to accompany their children for functional training. In the process of talking with them, I deeply realized the kindness and greatness of maternal love.

In the third week, we went to a school in another town around Kuching. The teachers at school are very friendly to us. We were arranged to live in the homes of local villagers. After working all day every day, there is a big dinner waiting for us in the evening. The children in this school are generally good at English, so I always feel a lot of pressure in the process of preparing lessons, but in the end, when I go to the podium and finish my responsible part well, I will feel a sense of accomplishment.

In the fourth week, we went to the Thai border to run. Because China people can't enter Malaysia for more than 30 days at a time, we applied for multiple entry visas and had to leave the country once on the way. Although the border run lasted only four days, and I didn't do any detailed travel strategy before my first trip, I was used to being nervous at ordinary times and realized the free and easy happiness.

In the fifth week, we took a bus for nearly 7 hours, a boat for 2 hours and a boat for/|||| 0/hour, and went to a remote school on the island. There is no food, no water, no electricity, but every child has a pure and bright smile on his face. From the first time I saw them, I was deeply moved. We have re-prepared the teaching content suitable for their English level. The night before we left, I received all kinds of small gifts prepared by the children. We chatted and sang Malaysian songs together under the dim flashlight light, and they gave me a nice Malaysian name. Many children cried when they left the island by boat early the next morning. I am very unhappy. Suddenly, I feel that being a short-term volunteer is cruel to children, and I began to reflect on whether I should participate in the teaching program in the future.

In the sixth week, I returned to Kuching City, mainly preparing the cultural sharing plan of the global village, writing English articles to summarize the gains of these six weeks, and making corresponding activity videos. When I calmed down and looked back, I found that I learned a lot in the project and made many sincere friends. On the last day before departure, we went to KTV to sing together. In the atmosphere of parting, everyone sang and cried into tears.

I don't know if there will be any chance to meet my friends from Holland, Pakistan, Jordan, Vietnam and Malaysia again, although we all said we were looking forward to meeting again when we left. I don't even know if several China volunteers who are far away from home will have time to meet again, because each of them will return to their original life track and move on. But I am grateful that fate let us meet in Cat City. In this beautiful summer, we share our love. ?