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Observation on my birthday ToT…HELP!!

{ August 26, 2008 @ 9:19 pm } · { ME, Practical Teaching Lifeee.. }
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Haiz…..

‘Mimi, Happy Birthday in advance’ ….’sis, wat la u…it’s still early…where can main tipu 1.’ ….duh….i dun even have the time to anticipate my birthday. The truth’s that I nearly forgotten all about it. Well, It’s tomorrow. My birthday is the same as the late Mother Theresa. A day before MJ”s and a day after Datuk Nicol David’s. I hardly noe the dates but i do noe the days. I hardly even read the newspapers but I do watch news. Reading takes too much time. If I read, Hahaha…I’ll just bury my nose in it for hours. Watching?…Not really. It’s more towards listening to the news than watching it. Lesson planning or multi tasking while listening to it.

Coming back to what I was at the first place. m still clueless on what to teach the students. I absolutely have no idea on what to teach the students. My observation’s tomorrow. Arghhh!Puzzles? Hmm….Bingo? But I’m teaching Literature tomorrow. *sighed* Help me….I always do things last minute. It’s not that I dun want to do. It’s just that good ideas are hard to come by. Even though I have something in mind, I’ll still change it last minute. Last minute ideas are always the best. I will not settle for something that I thought of and be satisfied with it-Period!….I will still be thinking for other perfect ones until the day. That’s why I’m slow. Hence, I sleep lesser than any other people(I guess). My sleeping pattern is weird as well. The time when everyone is asleep, I’ll be burning midnite oil and vice versa. Hmm.. wat to do? I can’t think of anything. It’s not like I can’t think of anything, it’s just that I refused to do what other teachers will do. That’s so boring. *Yawning*

m drawing puzzles at the moment. I’m having a hard time drawing it. If I’m doing puzzles with them tomorrow, then I’ll have to draw eight sets of puzzles…Impossible la…To teach plot or To teach climax? Hmmm…But I told them in the previous lesson that I’ll be teaching climax. Yet I still can’t squeeze out anything from my brain. Not exactly. I thought of teaching them the way I carried out climax before last year in Dr. Glady’s class but it’s not easy to find picture on ‘How Dalat GOt Its Name.’ I’ll show you my beautiful piece of work next time. Not now. My brother is sleeping peacefully in the room. I wouldn’t want to rummage through my things now. So wait patiently.Muahahaha…^^. *Tired* MY brain dries up already. It’s time to refresh my brain. Hehe. Oyasuminasai! Will be waking up at midnight to continue what I’ve left behind. Nite……

Gross shooter

{ August 16, 2008 @ 12:55 pm } · { Bizarre sightings }
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What comes to your mind after having read the above title?

Anyway, let me give you a hint. What’s every or you could say most drivers’ and the commuters’ favourite hobby regardless of ages, sizes and gender?

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I dun understand why I always Always manage to spot these things from afar or vice versa.

The first time happened early this week. I was very tired so I sat (usually I stand) down on one of the seats in the PUTRA LRT.  I was very sleepy but i’ve to teach on that day so I jz closed my eyes on and off. Somehow, I came to realise that the commuters sitting opposite me were staring openly towards me….I absolutely have no idea what they’re staring at first so I jz ignored them but curiosity kills the cat. Did i snore? My saliva? Nah, it couldn’t be since I wasn’t even sleeping. I was resting my eyes only. Hmm…..This time, I opened my eyes widely and looked at the commuters…They’re not staring at me la so…I followed their gaze…and to my surprise they’re staring at the lady sitting beside me. I din turn to look at her  but somehow I managed to take a peek at her. Fuyoh!Fuyoh!. She was busy picking her nose PUBLICLY with fingers from both hands. ~.~ yiakkkkkkkkkksss. ( I should have looked at her with disgust but I din. I’m not that bad. Let her digla as long as she’s happy even though other people *sighed* It’s no good moaning-you’ll just have to grin and bear it) I tried to move away from her slowly. Unfortunately I was sandwiched between her and a lady(i guess) beside me. =.=! Left with no choice I made sure that she din touch me at all. Thoughout the journey she was so engrossed with her findings…smoothing her findings and making em into small shooting balls or even sticking em on the pole next to her. The pole where the commuters hold on to wen they couldn’t get a seat…I was totally speechless… GOSH >< …mamma mia     :-(  Imagine me staying put throughout the journey. Of course, u yourself might be shot by the unidentified bullet. Hey, u never noe…

Maybe they should put sign like ‘no pickin’ in the trains. For even now, I’ve to think twice before I hold on to the pole.

Should i share with u other life situations like this as well? perhaps no….as if u never dig before….hahahaha…^o^

Another same old routine

{ August 16, 2008 @ 4:38 am } · { ME }
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Sometimes I wonder what life is all about. The meaning of our existance…I  question about it most of the time when I’ve nothing better to do. Then, always ended up being upset about it. Sadist, huh? Doing the things that we do daily?…I can’t imagine doing the same thing for the rest of my life. That’s when being a teacher comes in.

‘Mimi, Why dun u become a teacher? Teacher is a noble job and u’ll have lots of holidays. Besides, u r a female. Hence, You have more time to spend with your own family wen you get married in the future. Bla…blah …blahhh.’

I just can’t stand people who wants to control my life. Can’t I do something on my own. I dun mind the payment, the holidays or watsoever as long as the enjoyment is there. I can’t stick to something for the rest of my life. I’ll get bored with it. The same goes to the ice cream job that I’d. One month is enough to noe how boring it’s not excluding the teaching profession. It’s not that the job is boring. It’s very challenging wen you have to think most of the time on how to get the message across to the students especially wen their English proficiency r super low. Truthfully, I wouldn’t wan to teach a class full of smart kids. It’s not as challenging as the kids m teaching rite now. The enjoyment of finally having them understand watever you’re teaching is always there as well as appreciating watever you’ve done for them. It’s just the that the life as a teacher is very much predictable. Waking up early in the morning, brushing your teeth, doing your business, going to school after that, teaching, coming back after school hours, marking students’ work, cracking your head on what to teach tomolo and finally sleeping. Isn’t all this predictable? …Something unpredictable? Something gotta to do with history for I’ve always love history. I’ve always wanted to become an archeologist or even an egyptologist. That’ll take a very long time. what to do…I’ll jz have to bear with it :-) Hopefully I can make it. Worst to worst, I’ll just read about it lo. ^^

RED CARD finally…YEH

{ August 15, 2008 @ 9:30 pm } · { Practical Teaching Lifeee.. }
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 Yeah….Red card finally to the sticky boy. He ended up being scolded by my mentor today because he followed us almost everywhere-from the carpark wen we arrived to wen we’re on our way to Benjie’s car wen the school’s over. Served him rite. He’s not only well-known among the students but also among the teachers. All of us hate him. Excuse me for saying that. It’s his attitude of wanting to stand out among the others in the wrong way. His hobbies are reporting other students every single day not forgetting other teachers as well and visiting the staffroom just to see Mr. Benjie.

What is more, he even pestering Benjie to let him use Benjie’s name as….eye witness…you may called that. Not once but most of the time. I believe He even use Benjie’s name to threaten other kids just as the way he did wen he was just a probation prefect. Yet he failed 4 times already. I got tired of it. When will I have the peace… Benjie’s alrite with him. Even worst, Benjie’s amused and fascinated with him. *Duhhh* Basically, I don’t have any class today. I’m always free on Friday. What to do? Sleep lo…Heehee^^

*have to go back to Uni next week wen evione’s enjoying their holiday :-( * so nice….

WAt to do…KAMIKAZE laa…..^^!

{ August 15, 2008 @ 3:43 pm } · { Practical Teaching Lifeee.. }
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*my hopes were completely dashed into pieces* CANCELLED la…..becoz of RAIN…..That’s how I ended up with another relief class. GOSH!!…I was extremely tired. I looked at Mr. Kamal with my puppy eyes…small, cute but sad panda eyes….

ArRGgggHhh… It’s not working…He’s smiling brightly..He can’t fall for such a tiny winny trick :-(

Left with No choice…. I nodded my head and signed the relief book. MY eyes nearly popped out at the sight of the relief class. Not Againnn…+.+ I’ve to handle 2H (die) while Benjie’s to handle 1F (which I handled before on my first day of school). Benjie..yla..r u always that lucky… I really din wan to enter the classs..MUmmy..YoY

KAMIKAZE this time…My steps were so heavy…I headed to 2E first to inform him of his relief class. On my way to Benjie’s class…I stole glimpses of 2H class. HORRIFIED, HORRIBLE…THe students did not even care wat the teacher was teaching in front of the class.  And of course, Benjie laughed at my poor luck.. I did try to get him to switch with me *hohoho..m so evil* but I discarded the idea…I must show em all that I can handle the class.

Fear thro ages….duh…The kids nowadays are not afraid of anythg. Instead we, teachers fear them. U’ll never noe wat they’ll do to u. *from puncturing tyres to smashin teachers*  Though We, teachers are protected by E-discipline watsoever…we still dun feel secured…it’s not that effective anyway. ><

RINGGGG….My turn to enter the class. I walked confidently into the class and bade em Good Evening. They bade me in return and sat down. Hmm..everythg’s under control so far. Yeh…

I wen on to tell em to do their own thgs. I told them to make noise as little as possible.  Then, I sat down and the class went haywired as the time passed by. I was agitated of course…noisy…I still can bear with it but not wen it comes to gals and guys hitting each other…Ouch…how unladylike and ungentlemenly…No eyes to c all this.. I shouted at them….they looked at me and proceeded with it. *sighed* watever….I have nth to say…I marked my students books throughout the period despite the havoc..headache…haiz..

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