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මේක මං ලියපුඑකක් නෙමෙයි. ඒත් බෙදාගන්න වටිනවා කියලා හිතුනා.

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About arunasir

I am Aruna Chaminda Pushpakumara. I was born as the eldest of my family. I have one sister. we live in Galle. I was a extrovert character from my childhood. I used to be with my grandmother when I was a child. She was my first teacher. She lived in Polonnaruwa and to day I believe, the time I spent with my grandmother has made me who I am today. From the childhood I wanted to learn every thing. I didn’t want to pass the examinations. But wanted to learn how things work. I was not a tamed boy. As my grandmother most of the time had to visit my school for principals, class teacher’s messages. I did two things from the beginning. One was mathematics. The other was English. I got through my OL with a distinction for mathematics. Then every one in my family wanted me to learn to be an engineer. But I wanted to be a doctor. I got through the GCE AL. But couldn’t enter the university. Then I applied for national college of education. I got selected for Mahaweli National College of Education. This is the place where I became a different man. I followed the teacher training course and of course I rather followed IT over there. Most of the time I observed thing deeply and I had the ability to endure thing thoroughly. After three years of my training I came out from the college. Even to day I would like to thank full my teachers over there. Madam Rathnayake,Madam Manik wawegama. Especially Assistant Principal Mr.Premadasa of Nugawela Boys College was some people I will never forget. As a whole by Teacher training I got vast knowledge, and experiences which I absorbed through out that time period helped me to work and think not only a Teacher but a counselor, also as a matured person who can understand things and how the universe works. I got my teacher appointment in 2006. I came to Batuwangala Maha Vidyalaya as an English teacher. Batuwangala Maha Vidyalaya is a Beautiful location. I was living in busy environment before coming here. But after I came to Batuwangala I felt that I came to the place where I meant to be. So Finally I studied about the village and one day mathematics teacher Mr.Sarath brought me in to the computer lab. I saw more than 20 computers were there. Dustfull environment. Only three pcs were preferably could use. Mr.Sarath talked to me and he talked to principal and so I became the in charge of the lab. I cleaned the lab for more than 24 hours with senior students. Students were curios abut their new teacher who rarely speaks Sinhala. I finished the labs security levels and opened the lab for children. We published a website for our school. Within one month. Student became friendly and I always asked them to take me as a friend who knows more than them.I also have given them the freedom to think up to far far away so they can explore things in different ways. I asked them always to start thinking where I stopped. I taught them not to pass all that examinations but to live. One day accidentally Mr.Block Jayathissa who was the Southern province IT director for SEMP talked to me. So as we were given evillage project. From there we has come across lots of obstacles. But my students, and me was always silent but working. To day I have bough the innocent students to the global village. Batuwangala is 65km away from Galle city. But now I have made it one click to the whole world. I want to see a day where my students use computers as professionals do one day. (editing On 2015.04.04) Now I work in another school. The hydro power plant and computer Lab of Batuwangala Maha Vidyala is no more.. I don't know what happened. But surely there were ignorant fools behind my transfer. I got married and now I am working in Hiniduma Mallika maha Vidyalaya. Same role but different place. I don't feel that this school is different coz same people with same attitudes are here. So up to date my profile is this.
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