everyday i asked myself,
'when are they going to finish their coursework?'
everyday i stayed till past 6pm to help, usually not a lot of them stayed that late, but choose to drag on and on and on to do their work the next day, the day after next, the day after the next next day.... endless. they'd expect us to be there whenever they are there at the art-room. doesn't it occurred to them that we'd also have a full-day of classes, and that after classes, we'd have millions of other things to do? don't they realised that they are not our only students? don't they realised that after 4 periods of classes, i'd need to go pee and to eat? that if i were to help them photocopy stuffs, i'd also need to walk 2 flights of stairs down in my heels and back up again, for which time i could be there to help the other students, or to do my marking for the other classes' works?
they just don't. at least not all of them got that in their heads.
so at the end of each day, after i cleared the rubbish they left in the art-room for me, i'd dragged my tired body down to the staff room, my chair is cold cos i've not been sitting on it, my laptop has gone to sleep, i dumped my stuffs on the table, too tired to even clear them, grabbed my bag and walked away, thinking, asking myself, 'When are they going to finish their coursework?'
reader k | 9/25/2006 09:12:00 PM |
