One of the most touching things my first supervisor ever did is something I still remember until today. When I told him that I did not want to write too much because I had run out of paper to print my work, he simply gave me a ream of A4 paper. It may sound like a small gesture, but to me, it meant a lot. It reminded me that he believed in my writing and wanted me to keep going. This happened more than 20 years ago, when I was only 22, but I still remember it clearly. RIP En. Atan...I miss you so much....
Another touching memory was with my master’s degree supervisor. One day, I saw him bringing my proposal back to his room. He told me that there was something in my writing that he was not entirely sure about, so he went to discuss it with another lecturer, Dr. Rxxxx. Later, he told me that what I had written was correct.....
That moment stayed with me. It was only a final-year project, but he treated it with so much care and seriousness. He checked my work carefully and wanted to make sure everything was right. When I last saw him, he even mentioned that he had nominated me for the Best Thesis Award. Unfortunately, it was not successful, perhaps because I was doing a Master’s in Education rather than a full research master’s degree. Still, knowing that he believed my work was worthy of that recognition meant so much to me.
Thank you Dr Shaffe, Happy Teacher's Day.......
