Another reason to love Eason Chan
"台是幻覺 搭出來
而你是我後臺 並不塌下來"
~后台, Solidays.
Another reason to love Eason Chan
"台是幻覺 搭出來
而你是我後臺 並不塌下來"
~后台, Solidays.
That’s the standard response these days.
Time to think is not the best thing to possess these days.
The best thing to do is to set Windows Media Player to yet another Eason Chan’s album, and work.
Can we hear the end of him already?
We have plenty of animals in our zoo. Animals who are quite smart too.
“If the division is smart enough to create a new post, like an adviser, I can become an adviser.
“It does not end there and I can even become executive secretary,” said Ahmad.
Don’t you love the OPTIONS you have?
Seriously, wtf? 3 years is not enough, dude.
…is certainly more meaningful compared to the first. This is probably cos…
- I have a civics group this year (for the uninitiated, civics group = form class. And I have a lovely, lovely one this year!)
- I’ve spent more time with the students as compared to last year.
- Due to the workload for J2s, I’ve had more opportunities to interact with the students, mainly for schoolwork.
- Have had more time to interact with them either on a one-to-one basis or in small groups.
- Had the chance to both laugh with them AND be exasperated at them.
- Had more opportunities to listen to them.
- Had more opportunities to share with them.
And I know that there is so much more that can be done!
I started off this year aspiring to be a tyrant, as I was still seething from the painful labour that was otherwise known as PW (looking back, it was painful but yet enjoyable. Masochistic, I am.). But seriously, looking at the three amazing classes I have this year (completed unbiased opinion! Others concur!) - how to be tyrannical? So I was probably a LEETLE too relaxed.
Perhaps that is why, perhaps not too coincidentally, I am referred to as the ‘hip’ teacher O.o
Anyway, back to today….it was heartwarming to receive those gifts and cards and notes and flowers and SMS messages from the students (and colleagues!), some of whom I’d often wondered if anything I said had gone into the grey mass at all. Through the notes and cards, I learnt more about my impact.
Just make me feel a little more useful today can?
My civics group presented me with a really thoughtful gift - something that was completely ME - and I appreciated it even more because it would have taken precious time off their already limited study time for the (ongoing!) prelims.
Another extremely heartwarming moment came in the form of an SMS message from a boy whom many have sighed over for being flippant and seemingly lazy. I had the opportunity to have a short chat with him a couple of days ago and receiving the SMS from him today was totally unexpected. I have two more months with him - I really really hope to push this boy further into what he is totally capable of.
There is just so much that a teacher can do, and yet so little time for us to do it all. I just feel very blessed with students who are relatively self-disciplined and possess enough drive for us to just give them a little nudge every now and then.
Happy Teacher’s Day to all those who are in this vocation - we know we are there for a reason
Now, back to the grind of what is otherwise known as prelims marking …. whee………
Maybe I was really born for the classroom
I was up almost all night, falling asleep over the essays, kicking and swearing that the students had a conspiracy theory to drive me to madness with their illegible handwriting and nonsensical logic.
Came to school a slightly blurry teacher. Was still groggy.
Went into the classroom and all things became clear and everything fell into place.
Yes I do love my job
I should just quit my job and run away
Am very pleased with my outfit today. White fitted short-sleeved Mango button down shirt tucked into a camel tulip skirt picked up from the Topshop sales, paired with the comfy pair of cream heels from Charles and Keith.
Then came to the realisation of how utterly bimbotic I was cos my mind just was not ready for any work today.
As we approach the end of Term 3…
half of the patrons at BPP Starbucks were teachers who were furiously marking away with a comforting cuppa next to the menacing pile of papers.
I know because I was one of them.
Press on!