strange foreign rashes are gone and i hope they are gone gone forever, for good.
the drowsy effect of the very powerful medicine still lingers.... i walked around having lessons whole day in a daze, as if i'm high on some special treats.
and i'm so touched my beloved alphabets of g, f, y came by to drop me nice nice words. and where is b?
and i remembered b has the same profession as me, so poor him, must be working days and nights too.
anyway, to answer g, no, nope, and no, we are not like the yoyo in TCS, can go home in the afternoon, and only seem to have ONE class to teach. that is why after watching one episode of that drama series, i gave up. it is too far from reality. i cannot bear to watch it, and know that that is not my life. it's very sad to know that.
i'd also advise parents not to watch it, because they would all think that teachers earn big bucks and favourite hobby is to scold children.
anyway, most of the times i love my job.
it's hard, and tough, and it's deterioting my health,
but seeing some of the kids coming back, being good and all, it's all worth the hardship.
maybe i'm just getting older.
i was also touched by my CIs who came back lately to help me with the cadets' training and today especially just to plan the competition training proposal.
these are my treasures.
ps: yes, f, the kids have my number, my msn, my friendster, and my blog address. they can always find me. that's 21st century teaching for you :)
reader k | 2/08/2007 12:03:00 AM |
