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Tuesday, September 29, 2009

CHILDREN THESE DAYS LACK RESPECT.

I am so horrified by the havoc my form class has created during my lesson.

I just wish I could leave the class in the middle of the lesson, bring those few good students with me and lock the rest up in the classroom and seal up the classroom so it is sound-proof.

They don't talk. They SHOUT.
As the screeching voice came out from his mouth, I feel like slapping him. But upon signing the relief teaching "contract", I have signed and agreed not to use violence against the kids. OKAY.

TAHAN.

Another thing which pisses me off is the arguement.
Whenever they argue with me, I will just stare at them, not listen to a word they say, and continue with my lesson. Then, they will shut up. For the persistent argue-er, I look into his eyes, cup my hand on the top of his head so that he looks straight at me and firmly say, "Am I the teacher or are you the teacher?"

I will soon go crazy being a teacher. Where is their respect for their teachers like how I use to give? Their friends? I think they have even lost respect for themselves. It's such a disappointment.

I am experiencing insomnia because of teaching. I shall have my nap now. (One good thing about being a teacher. Work ends at 1:30pm everyday!) I'm OFF!

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Ellen and the Vaccum Kid .

So Adorable. :D

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

"GOOD MORNING MISS LOW
AND WE WISH YOU WELL."

Today is my virgin experience as a relief teacher in a Primary School.

I was fairly nervous when the staff brought me into the class and introduce me to the floor or 40 Primary 5 students.

I thought "chaotic" was the word to describe this class. But I was wrong. After an hour (which passes in a blink of an eye) with this Primary 5 class, I proceed to Primary 1. That is chaotic.

Walked around the school like a mad woman in heels in search for #02-11. I admited defeat byhaving to shamefully knocked on a classroom's door and obtain assistance from another teacher.

Once I stepped into the class, before they even stood up to greet me, these 6 year old children were running about, some running to me SCREAMING (note the caps)
"TEACHER! He took my pencil!"
"TEACHER! I DIDN'T!"

After they greeted me, there they go again.
"Miss Low! they keep saying I *blah blah*" (Didn't really listen to them)
"Miss Low! He's crying!"
"Miss Low! They said I'm a crybaby" as she wipes her tears off her face.
"Miss Low! Have you seen my pencil led?"

I was screaming my lungs out throughout the lesson and the students who wanted to pay attention couldn't hear me due to the chaotic children SCREAMING.

When I wrote down, KEEP QUIET, on the board, they screamed "KEEP QUIET!"
Scream. Not shout. Not talk. Scream.

OH MY GOD. I guess they still do not know the definition of these two words.

Then again,
"Miss Low! I found my pencil led beside her bag! She took it!"
"No, Miss Low! I didn't!"

I refrain myself from shouting "WAH LAU EH".
I just mumbled "Oh. My. God."
but some of them are really cute.

The staff there were very very very nice and helpful.
A few of them chatted with me, told me "If you are not sure of anything, feel free to ask us"

My last hour of the day was paradise. Primary 5A. EM1.
I am not discriminating other classes. But this class was soooooooooooo quiet. I did not even mention the word "keep" or "quiet" or "shutthehellup".

I distributed the worksheet, they did it, they discuss by whispering, after that, they did their own homework. (two of them prefer to arm wrestle for the last 5 minutes of the day)

Trust me. It ain't easy being a teacher.

Saturday, September 05, 2009

LIKE SHIT. HOW COME BLOGGER CANNOT UPLOAD PHOTOS AND EDIT FONTS?!

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

HALF A YEAR ATTACHMENT IS OVERRRRR~

Hotel line is really tough! If I am going to stay in a hotel when I'm having a vacation, I'm so going to appreciate what the hotel staff have done for me. I will not TRY to put myself in their shoes. I have been in their shoe before! Especially the room attendants. I will always remember how my brother and I vomitted on the bed in a hotel in Genting when we were 2 and 4 years old respectively. When we return to the hotel room at the end of the day, everything was back to normal. It's like. PERFECT. I know how tough it is to clean a room. (Even though I was only attached to room attendant for one day.)

The hotel front line is viewed as a glamorous environment but behind the Front desk counter, we took off our heels, walk around barefooted, stand on one leg (which I usually do), squat down behind the counter and eat/drink. It's kind of funny when these polite hotel receptionists' smile turn into a frown and then CURSE once the guest is away just because the computer hangs.

I have made wonderful friends over these 6 months. From colleagues to hotel guests. There is one guest which taught me Aussie slang and we chatted for quite some time then he told me to join him and his Singaporean friends for dinner at Jumbo Seafood after my work! Not forgetting the 4 Mangkoks. They really brighten up my day!

I can't change my fonts or upload photos. TO HELL, BLOGSPOT. Or is it my computer?

Starfish, two months is nothing! I will be independent and strong! W.A.L.


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I am so horrified by the havoc my form class has created during my lesson. I just wish I could leave the class in the middle of the lesson, bring those few good students with me and lock the rest up in the classroom and seal up the classroom so it is sound-proof. They don't talk. They SHOUT. As the screeching voice came out from his mouth, I feel like slapping him. But upon signing the relief teaching "contract", I have signed and agreed not to use violence against the kids. OKAY. TAHAN. Another thing which pisses me off is the arguement. Whenever they argue with me, I will just stare at them, not listen to a word they say, and continue with my lesson. Then, they will shut up. For the persistent argue-er, I look into his eyes, cup my hand on the top of his head so that he looks straight at me and firmly say, "Am I the teacher or are you the teacher?" I will soon go crazy being a teacher. Where is their respect for their teachers like how I use to give? Their friends? I think they have even lost respect for themselves. It's such a disappointment. I am experiencing insomnia because of teaching. I shall have my nap now. (One good thing about being a teacher. Work ends at 1:30pm everyday!) I'm OFF! 3:47 pm · Sunday, September 20, 2009 Ellen and the Vaccum Kid . So Adorable. :D 10:36 pm · Tuesday, September 15, 2009 "GOOD MORNING MISS LOW AND WE WISH YOU WELL." Today is my virgin experience as a relief teacher in a Primary School. I was fairly nervous when the staff brought me into the class and introduce me to the floor or 40 Primary 5 students. I thought "chaotic" was the word to describe this class. But I was wrong. After an hour (which passes in a blink of an eye) with this Primary 5 class, I proceed to Primary 1. That is chaotic. Walked around the school like a mad woman in heels in search for #02-11. I admited defeat byhaving to shamefully knocked on a classroom's door and obtain assistance from another teacher. Once I stepped into the class, before they even stood up to greet me, these 6 year old children were running about, some running to me SCREAMING (note the caps) "TEACHER! He took my pencil!" "TEACHER! I DIDN'T!" After they greeted me, there they go again. "Miss Low! they keep saying I blah blah" (Didn't really listen to them) "Miss Low! He's crying!" "Miss Low! They said I'm a crybaby" as she wipes her tears off her face. "Miss Low! Have you seen my pencil led?" I was screaming my lungs out throughout the lesson and the students who wanted to pay attention couldn't hear me due to the chaotic children SCREAMING. When I wrote down, KEEP QUIET, on the board, they screamed "KEEP QUIET!" Scream. Not shout. Not talk. Scream. OH MY GOD. I guess they still do not know the definition of these two words. Then again, "Miss Low! I found my pencil led beside her bag! She took it!" "No, Miss Low! I didn't!" I refrain myself from shouting "WAH LAU EH". I just mumbled "Oh. My. God." but some of them are really cute. The staff there were very very very nice and helpful. A few of them chatted with me, told me "If you are not sure of anything, feel free to ask us" My last hour of the day was paradise. Primary 5A. EM1. I am not discriminating other classes. But this class was soooooooooooo quiet. I did not even mention the word "keep" or "quiet" or "shutthehellup". I distributed the worksheet, they did it, they discuss by whispering, after that, they did their own homework. (two of them prefer to arm wrestle for the last 5 minutes of the day) Trust me. It ain't easy being a teacher. 2:36 pm · Saturday, September 05, 2009 LIKE SHIT. HOW COME BLOGGER CANNOT UPLOAD PHOTOS AND EDIT FONTS?! 12:02 pm · Tuesday, September 01, 2009 HALF A YEAR ATTACHMENT IS OVERRRRR~ Hotel line is really tough! If I am going to stay in a hotel when I'm having a vacation, I'm so going to appreciate what the hotel staff have done for me. I will not TRY to put myself in their shoes. I have been in their shoe before! Especially the room attendants. I will always remember how my brother and I vomitted on the bed in a hotel in Genting when we were 2 and 4 years old respectively. When we return to the hotel room at the end of the day, everything was back to normal. It's like. PERFECT. I know how tough it is to clean a room. (Even though I was only attached to room attendant for one day.) The hotel front line is viewed as a glamorous environment but behind the Front desk counter, we took off our heels, walk around barefooted, stand on one leg (which I usually do), squat down behind the counter and eat/drink. It's kind of funny when these polite hotel receptionists' smile turn into a frown and then CURSE once the guest is away just because the computer hangs. I have made wonderful friends over these 6 months. From colleagues to hotel guests. There is one guest which taught me Aussie slang and we chatted for quite some time then he told me to join him and his Singaporean friends for dinner at Jumbo Seafood after my work! Not forgetting the 4 Mangkoks. They really brighten up my day! I can't change my fonts or upload photos. TO HELL, BLOGSPOT. Or is it my computer? Starfish, two months is nothing! I will be independent and strong! W.A.L. 11:00 pm ·