For those who don't know me, I love words. I mean, out of all the things in the world, playing with words is like the only skill that I have, and probably the only thing that I'm good at. I'm not good with numbers, or scientific theories; I like reading about them casually in articles and science-fiction story, but to answer them in exams is not my cup of tea. I like to read, and during good times, I love writing. When I was fourteen, I finished writing a full 90k-word manuscript, something that becomes harder and harder to accomplish as I grow up. I like books; I love collecting them, reading them, devouring them, writing reviews about them, etc. My days are usually spent by sitting alone contemplating song lyrics, or pretending I was a famous superstar doing interviews with Oprah, or daydreaming that I'm a successful professor holding a lecture about creative writing. So my dreams usually involves the field of the English language, considering that I have interest on becoming an English professor, literary editor, or anything that allows me to be paid for playing with words.
I've decided that the TESL Foundation program that UiTM has offered as the perfect opportunity for me to reach these dreams that I have. During the interview (that I may go into details later), I have spoken to the interviewer spontaneously that this course is "the perfect key that can open all the doors that I want to enter to reach my dreams." I've been researching about this course through cheeky blog posts ever since I was fifteen, and sometimes I reread them on regular basis. I tried to earn the best grade in English, and that includes attempting to ace my oral evaluation in school. When the rest of my classmates rushed to our physics/biology/chemistry teachers at every end of period to discuss molecular formula and/or any hard calculations, I chased my English teacher out to the corridor to ask about this course. I asked her frequently on whether she thought I was fit for this program, being anxious that I would never have the chance to be here. She once told me that I should stop being so paranoid and focused on my confidence if I really wanted this program.
I really, really wanted this program. It was the only college plans that I could think of before I finished high school. There weren't much people to refer to about it, being that I was in a science stream where all the teachers and classmates were mostly driven to chase science/engineering field. So I had to be on my own, listing down very limited government colleges that offered TESL, and they were very limited. Still, out of all places, UiTM is probably the only non-government university that offer a one-year foundation program for this course.
So what is TESL? It's basically initials for Teaching English as a Second Language, and most of those who have known about this course on the surface thought it's basically a course for English teachers. While that may be true, the foundation program that UiTM offer does not lock you in from other degree courses, thus forcing you to be a high school teacher your whole life! This is the main misconception of the public about this course -- if I'm a TESL student, I will only become a teacher and nothing more. This one-year pre-degree program does not specifically lead students into teaching; the students here will be learning classes like Writing, Reading, Listening & Speaking and Grammar Studies for 2 semesters. Passing this program allows these students to apply for a lot of English degree courses in Malaysian universities. In simple words, the TESL Foundation program is basically an English foundation for you if you want to go for an English degree program for a short period of time. UiTM and IIUM are the two universities that sort of offer this kind of program, being that other colleges mostly offer a 3-year diploma program for a similar course. Say, after you finish high school in December and start going for this foundation program in June the following year, you will finish a year later in June and may start going for a degree course in September. Many consider this program because it saves a lot of time (but I didn't say anything about it being easy, alright? I don't know that yet as I'm writing this. xD )
Being that it's a ticket for me to choose a lot of English degree programs in the future, I went on to pursue it. After I finished high school, I applied it as the first main choice in UPU, wishing every day that I would be selected to go to the interview. After a few months being an unemployed high school graduate, I waited and waited -- I was worried I wouldn't be called for it (I was thinking that my SPM results weren't good enough for the course, even if I had a solid A for English [I earned only 4As in my SPM]). But, in a very miraculous day, I was called for the interview, and that was one of the most victorious moments of my life.
THE INTERVIEW EXPERIENCE
See, I had never been to any interviews before. I never had a part-time job, or attending mock-interview classes, so I was a total fledgling here. In my mind, I was going to a huge superficial institute: I would be called to a scary huge office room and would be asked hard questions. I was thinking that the interviewer was a devil from hell that would try to test my emotional and mental limits. In other words, I WAS TOTALLY FREAKING OUT.
The preparation for the interview was very dramatic. I read newspaper articles to prepare myself if I were to be asked about current news. I tried to write essays again to pass the written test before the interview. I went on to read interview etiquette, learn the right color for my attire, stressing out about the dos and dont's, and these preparations built up a huge wall of rules inside my head that I had almost chosen not to go to the interview. In my mind, I thought I just couldn't be easy and be myself in the interview with these rules and regulations.
But one day I kind of let it go, and just went for the interview. I tried not to think about it and pretended that I was trying in vain for this course. I forced myself to not put on too much expectations and just let myself go. I told myself that the only way to do this was to be myself and be honest, plus that's what my teacher had told me in the past anyway.
The interview was held in UiTM's Faculty of Education, or the Section 17 Campus. Since all of my family (including my parents) were dummies to Shah Alam roads and UiTM in general, we started our journey not knowing that UiTM in Shah Alam has a lot of campuses. By using the app Waze, we were stranded on the Section 1 campus first, thinking victoriously that we had successfully made our way there early. Then a security guard informed us that the faculty wasn't our right destination, we went on to more wrong campuses. Thank God we departed from our home in Kajang early in 12 o'clock while the session only started two hours later. We searched chaotically in Waze for the Section 17 campus for almost half an hour but found nothing. Then one of the security guards from one out of BILLIONS of the UiTM campuses there told us that we had to look for INTEC instead of UiTM Sec. 17 Campus. Then I searched for INTEC in Waze and voilaaa! Finally!
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| INTEC (UiTM Section 17 Campus)'s building block [full credit to INTEC sky page] |
Arriving there about thirty minutes before the session, I was sort of surprised that the campus block didn't really seem like the big universities that I had imagined. It had a very school-like atmosphere with its buildings and long corridors -- suddenly the anxiety was soothed down a little bit. And to be very honest, I thought this was the place I would be studying at if I got in, and frankly I felt a little bit ... anticlimactic. Well, who had not imagined the big, pretty kind of colleges, right? But that didn't stop my urge to pass the interview.
In around 2 p.m., the candidates were called for the written test. It was held in INTEC's Old Library. Going into the air-conditioned room in a hot weather was a huge relief! The tables were set and we we were seated. It was a free seating based on our assigned panels. As the clock struck 2, we had to answer the 1-hour written test.
The test had two sections: 15 objective questions and 1 essay. The objective questions had to be answered by a very long passage (mine was about desertification). Then you have to answer the objective comprehension questions, and boy oh boy, I answered all of them in 30 minutes! Who am I kidding? I've never answered any English objective questions for such a long time. Now, each question requires you to reread and reread and really comprehend the lines before you are able to answer it. Alhamdulillah, I still managed to answer them without any problems. The essay was not that hard: the paper asked to write about preventing the problems of obesity, something that was very common in SPM essays, especially in Bahasa Melayu exams.
Once the test was done, each of our panels were brought to different rooms where the interview would be held. The panel that I was in had about 10 or so people, and I was the 8th person in the list. We were told to sit in the chairs in a very narrow corridor outside the room and waited for our turn. As we were waiting turns, we were told to assign all the required documents, like copies of birth certificates, etc. I met nice people there, and really bonded with them in a very short period of time. The boys who went there were surprisingly nice and very different from my classmates in high school. A lot of them had big dreams and their own purposes to be there. Some were relaxed, some had been uncertain, but all of us were nervous, I guess. Every time any member finished their turn of the interview and went out of the room, we asked them what questions the interviewer had asked, was the interview scary, etc. Each of them had different questions and all of them came out with different reactions.
Waiting for my turn, I basically talked with the rest of the members in the panel. I somehow got attached and suddenly wanted everyone there to pass the interview. I met a guy named Shazwan who was such a best-friend material for me, and after meeting him all I could think of was to pass together with him so we could go to the same college together and be bestiessss! *chuckles* Daydreaming, it was my turn, and fortunately I was more relaxed when I walked in there.
I walked into the room and the first thing I did was handing out the required documents to the two interviewers. I brought a small backpack with me to keep in the printed manuscript of the first book that I finished when I was 14. A chair was set about a few feet from the interviewers' desk, so I took the seat once I was told to do so. The main interviewer, an stern-looking Indian woman probably in her 30s, was marking my essay of the previous written test when she asked me to tell me about my background.
I breathed in and tried to speak casually. I told them about my name, where I came from, and a little bit of my family background. Then I babbled something about being the first in family to enter a language-driven course if I got into this program, and she went on to ask about what my other siblings did.
So I told her about what each of my siblings were doing: they were in automotive industry, culinary arts, environmental science, etc. Then that's when she asked me on why I decided to choose this program. (Apparently this is a compulsory question: Why do you choose TESL out of all other courses?)
I remembered of the importance of being honest, so I told her about my passion in creative writing. I told her that I had been writing since I was fourteen and had even digitally-printed out the first manuscript that I finished. This is when she asked, "Oh, really? So do you bring the book now?"
With a bright smile, I said, "Yes!" I took out the book, feeling surprised that she would ask about the book. It was a raw, unedited manuscript of mine that I sent out to CreateSpace for printing about 4 years ago (if you've read the very old, old post, yes, it was that freaking Te Amo book!). She took the book and sort of started to be amazed with its length. I was starting to worry about her checking the book out, because the grammar in there was atrocious. I told them that I wrote it when I was very young and were still naive in writing during the time, but fortunately they weren't bothered by the amateurishness of the book. They kept on asking about the book: what was the story about, how long did it take for me to write it, why did I choose to not continue on working for the story, etc. I was starting to like where the interview was going, because it seemed like a casual conversation with a random stranger and I started to get really comfortable there. I had been smiling all the time without even trying to impress them -- oddly, I was starting to feel somehow happy.
I spoke a lot in there, too. There was a point where I had thought that I talked too much, because it was exciting to discuss my dreams with a professional person that seem to understand what I want and why I want to accomplish something in life. So this is when I was asked, "How do you learn to speak well in English?"
I was very surprised by this question, and to be quite honest I was a bit taken aback by it. I knew I could speak well, but I didn't think my speaking skills were magnificent, in fact I wanted to be in the program to strengthen my skills in speaking. I didn't want to say the said matter because I was afraid I would seem diffident by doing so.
The first thing that came to mind was my habit of imitating people's behavior in my surrounding when I was a little child, so I told them about it. I told them how it all started with me imitating movie scenes playfully when I was a child despite any language -- I had once imitated the Korean language when my family watched a Korean drama back when I was very young. They sort of laughed and seemed to be pleased with this story, so I started to loosen up again. I did tell them that I didn't know exactly how I became good in speaking, but I did tell them that it took me practices from teachers and YouTube videos to be fluent in English conversations as I got older.
When the interview was about to end, the interviewer turned to the other interviewer and sort of stared at each other for quite a while, smiling. Then she whispered inadequately to the other interviewer, "Er ... do you have any questions?"
So the other interviewer turned to me and asked, "So do you read the news?"
Since I knew that this was coming, I went on autopilot for this one. I told them that I did read the news occasionally, and told them that a few recent incidents had caught my attention. I told them about me being pleased with the plans of the decrease of Internet data price, since I was an avid internet user. This had sort of made them chuckle. Then I told them how heartbroken I was for the Kenanga Wholesale City incident where a young child had fallen to death there, stating that I didn't think such crowded places were appropriate to bring young children along.
Before I left, they said thank you and told me to keep writing. I nodded and smiled, repeatedly thanking them before leaving the room. There were so many thoughts in my mind but mainly I felt positive. Even if I didn't pass this course, I thought, I knew I had tried my best. I had offered the best that I could to them, and I felt good doing it. That was all that matter at the moment.
POST-INTERVIEW
I didn't like waiting, because waiting could build up a lot of paranoia and negativity in your head.
The UPU result came out 18 days later, on 6th of May, which is two days ago from the day I'm writing this. It was, as expected, very nerve-wracking. I became dramatic again, really wanting to get into this program. My family, especially my mother, was so bothered with my doubts and concerns of not getting the course.
I used the text message service to check the application, thinking that I don't want any other courses but this one. The text message was sent in 12 a.m. and the message arrived 30 minutes later.
I swear my heart had never beat faster when I was trying to open the text message.
But when I clicked the message open: I saw it.
My work and effort in all the years had been paid. I got in.
I cried. My mother cried. It was such a victorious moment for the whole family.
Unfortunately, not everyone that I met in the panel got into the interview. When I found out that Shazwan, the nice guy that I met there didn't get in, I was completely devastated, especially since he told me to check his result since he couldn't do it at work. Telling him was the hardest part, and until now, he hasn't said anything to me yet rather than him being very disappointed about not getting into the program. He did earn another UiTM diploma program, but it seemed to me that the offer was sort of meaningless. Now I'm hoping he'll come around and move forward because deep down I know my college life would be perfect if he were to be in the same course as me. But I guess you can't always have something perfect in this world, and I should've known that way back.
As I'm writing this, I don't know when and where I will be placed in. We would be placed in either Lendu, Kuantan, Puncak Alam, or in the newest UiTM Dengkil Foundation Campus. I was rooting for Dengkil, because it was not far from home (yes, I'm sorta a momma's boy :p) and, duh, it was a new campus! The result will be out tomorrow, and I will return to update the post later.
UPDATE (9/5/2015): I got in at the Lendu campus (Alor Gajah, Melaka) temporarily until the Foundation Campus in Dengkil opens up. Alas, nobody I met during the interview got in the same temporary campus as me. *sobs*
So I write this in hope to enlighten any of you out there regarding this course. In fact, I learned so much about this program through blog posts, and I hope my experience will help some of you out there, especially if you have dreams to pursue the English language in your further education just like me.
I will try to keep you guys updated about the college life here. Now I can't tell you much since I'm still here sitting down in my pajamas writing this post while waiting for the offer letter.
It's 3. a.m. here. LOL, it took me 3 FREAKING HOURS to write this! Y'all better read every word!
Alright, time for bed. Peace out.




