at last, I can say that relief teaching is bloody cool. why? because apart from having to face a whole classroom of Hitler's spawn at the same, insane time, pacing back and forth as menacingly as you can, where out of 4 periods, 2 were spent disciplining them, 1 was spent entirely on this girl Atiqah who really couldn't count to anything more than 5 (she's 12), and the other 1 spent actually teaching, I walked out of that school feeling absolutely accomplished. and empowered! because I managed to give a whole lecture about education and how 'this doesn't affect MY future or MY pay and besides I've completed my PSLE years ago.' fuck care how cranky I sounded; I've never heard myself say those words before and sometimes it tickles me to think back and realise I can be such a warrior when I want to.
from today onwards, it's good morning class, my name is Miss Fariza.
and when I asked them if they'd rather see my good side or my bad side, the boys laughed and said HAHAHA I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR BACK SIDE!
to which I replied, say that again?
and then they went good side cher, your good side.
smirk. smirk.
well at the end of the day, I have to admit those kids can be such saints. I can put up with their nonsense, their childish, ignorant, sometimes rude behaviour. cos they're just kids. and on some moments there is actual interaction between teacher and student, and it's comforting to note there is some form of normalcy after all. and the nerds look fucking funny! not to mention the moment I stepped into the school I suddenly had this feeling I was Cynthia Koh from Moulmein High, and for one teeny tiny second I actually wondered if the drinks stall guy was hot. (it turned out to be a bloody nyonya lah.)
besides, I should just be nice, and it's not like I have to make it my agenda to screw the kids up. Reality and secondary schools will do it for me.
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