Wednesday, February 25, 2004 @9:20 PM
Really?
Well, sometimes I beg to differ. I have been called back to teach at 7.15am today and flew down to school in half an hour. I think that was an amazing feat. I made my grand appearance into the school, with all the prefects looking at me as though I was some late comer. Thank God they still had the courtesy to greet me. Feels good to be back in school after lazing around for so long.
BUT...
I heard that the teacher I'm supposed to relieve in March has already gone on maternity leave unexpectedly. Therefore I'm supposed to cover ALL her duties from now onwards for two whole months. Now, here comes the fantabulous news. After going one HUGE round, I'm back to being in charge of this 'wonderful' class that I simply love. Well, you see, last time when I taught for a month, I was the co-form of that 'lovable' class. Now, going one HUMONGOUS round, I'm back being the form teacher of my 'beloved' class. Ie. facing them every morning, marking attendance, teaching them history and English. Now, do I have a choice?
Well, that's not the best part. English classes are banded and thus people from different classes come together. As I stepped into class, one by one, the group of guys from various classes started strolling in like they're kings of the world. The irony came when I thought the group of guys would be the bane of my life. But no, Dan and gang (if i may group them as such) were nice to me. In fact, it was the dear dear Mr Z, whom I shall not name who totally burst my arteries. I do hope classes get better so that I can really teach. The discipline teachers walking around really helped a great deal. Thank God for them. One day, you people out there should come and take a look how timid my bunch of kids are when the discipline teachers come close. It's amazing. I truly respect those teachers.
Otherwise, the other classes were nice, friendly but way too hyper active. And ya, I'm stuck with the Sec 2 classes for two whole months. Wish me luck!...
With doomsday just around the corner, the naughty ones aren't really bothering me that much. Again, do I have or rather, will I have a choice when doomsday actually approaches? The agony of waiting really sucks. Big time. Get it over and done with!
Trying hard to push that important subject at the back of my mind. But somehow, it's not really working. Well, what can I say but let it be.
