{"id":429,"date":"2012-10-13T05:07:23","date_gmt":"2012-10-13T05:07:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/moemaka.org\/wp\/?p=429"},"modified":"2012-10-13T05:07:23","modified_gmt":"2012-10-13T05:07:23","slug":"my-life-will-go-onby-junior-win","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/moemaka.net\/eng\/2012\/10\/my-life-will-go-onby-junior-win\/","title":{"rendered":"My Life Will Go On…by Junior Win"},"content":{"rendered":"
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(I know my life as a writer gave me better life. My life at the University was like a fool\u2019s paradise for spending more than 10 years with the hope of to be a tutor. I studied French language at A.F expecting a change in my fortune. But the situation did not change.)<\/span>\u00a0<\/em><\/div>\n
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Here how my story started on\u2026..<\/span><\/p>\n

When I became ambitious, I was attending second year in the University by the specialized subject of mathematics. Yes, I admitted that I had never had ambition before. Some friend of mind wanted to be a doctor, some wanted to be an engineer, others wanted to have good marks in high school. I had no thought of ambition in my high school years. That\u2019s why I only got major subjects as mathematics to go to the University.<\/span><\/div>\n

My twin brother was more intelligent than me. His good marks allowed him to attend the Engineering subject at the Rangoon Institute of Technology (R.I.T). I felt ashamed of myself at the first time comparing with my brother\u2019s education. I thought if I could attend the Honors degree, my qualification could be as high as of my brother. So, this ambition began boiling in my mind and I decided to work hard.<\/span><\/div>\n
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I studied day and night. I had never worked hard like that before. I did all the exercises. I also searched further problems in the library to prepare for the unseen questions. I carefully learnt basic mathematical theories from my father. .What I learned from my father, unfortunately were of no use at all for my academic career. I took many hours calculating one problem by thorough studying. I did not want to memorize by heart without understand the problem. I had to get distinction in major subjects to attend the honors degree. Or else I would have regular degree.<\/span><\/div>\n

The long and the short of the matter was I was allowed to attend the Honors with the rising two distinctions on major subjects through memorizing and repeating things I did not understand against my better judgment and of course my father\u2019s. The same method was continuously used until I obtained my M.Sc degree.<\/span><\/div>\n
But I did not know my fortune never give a chance to let me as a tutor in the University. The examination often held once per year. I failed the tutor examination many times until I obtained the Master degree. My life at the University was like a fool\u2019s paradise for more than 10 years with the hope of to be a tutor.<\/span><\/div>\n
Finally I was decided to give up my ambition and I would never try again to get this kind of work. I also was determined I would never, never do teaching for the rest of my life. My ambition was to teach as a tutor in the University, not as an outside teacher.<\/span><\/div>\n
I cut off the friendship between my closed friends who were working in the University. I burned and destroyed my exercise books that I had learnt very hard to use when I became teaching in the University. I also kicked out all my Burmese Traditional clothes from my cupboard that I planned to wear when I became a tutor in the University. My mother was so upset what I had done before her eyes. I tried to comfort my boiling hatred to be calm and less hard.<\/span><\/div>\n
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(This photo was taken when I was attending the convocation for Master degree in 1999. This was how our Burmese Traditional dress wore. It was one of the examples of the style for Burmese teachers.)<\/span>\u00a0<\/em><\/div>\n
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Given up my ambition was not too easy for me. I know my life as a writer gave me better life, but I still was too sensitive when those who accidentally asked me as \u2018Hay! How is your work in the University? Or \u2018Are you still working as a tutor?,\u2019 or \u2018Hay, Good to see you, please help me to get a grading certificate of mine in the University, because you know very well about the University. Isn\u2019t it?\u2019, etc\u2019. I could not help to hating them. I realized that they knew nothing about me.<\/span><\/div>\n
I studied French language at A.F expecting a change in my fortune after I quit the University. But the situation did not change. My father who obtained his Ph D degree from France taught me the finer points of the French language and literature. I learned that French is a great language. As before what I learnt from my father was of no use for my academic career in French. I just barely obtained the first diploma in French.after three attempts.<\/span><\/div>\n
Epilogue<\/span><\/div>\n
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There were more remaining experiences which I had not portrayed yet. But I shall draw the curtain here. I will write later if I have a feeling to tell you more. See you, my dear readers!<\/span>\u00a0<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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