throat is still sore.
it just doesn't want to go away.
not just myself,
several of us are suffering that.
i'm drowning myself with herbal tea
and warm water.
bring, bring the magic drink,
someone.
please.
teaching the lower-sec is so physically-straining,
every lesson i lug a big brown bag of colour materials,
my pink bag of papers, pencil case and water bottle.
i stood for 2 whole periods,
giving lesson instructions,
writing instructions on board
demonstrating instructions,
repeating instructions as i
walk around,
motivating them to try harder,
resolving silly conflicts,
shouting at kids,
mending their torn sketchbooks,
reviewing for the 1001th times the content page,
sharpening pencils for them,
fixing my overly-used sharperner,
reviewing their work everytime they added a line to it.
when it's finally over,
and the sketchbooks are back to me,
marking a pile of them is a whole nightmare repeating.
most of them have no sense of personal feelings to their sketchbooks.
they always come back to me torn and dirty.
art is really not their passion,
i accepted that.
teaching the upper-sec is so metally-straining.
it's a mind-reading game,
and i work as an idea-generator.
as each piece of work gets more personal,
the mental-strain gets more intense.
we have to be sensitive,
careful,
firm but caring.
each piece of work is different,
each student tied to us with a string,
some longer, some shorter;
some securely-bound,
some will just snap away any moment.
teaching is just like,
well,
a tight-rope walker.
for me, at least,
at this moment.
i have to hold my balance.
reader k | 8/18/2005 09:52:00 PM |
