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it's been 5 days of relief teaching and so far, i've enjoyed every minute of it. even though, on one particular day when my patience decided to hop on a bullet train to nowhere, i still enjoy being in a class and handling the kids. of course, i went home fuming mad just like Sulala did yesterday. haha. poor thing. she was assigned to handle the worst class in the school. and Miss Fizah with the "H" came to the rescue ! *grins*

the feeling of being called "Teacher" though, is the best, i must admit. haha ! they look up to you [well, some of them anyway] and constantly greet you whenever they see you. even if you're on the 2nd floor and they are like.. 2 floors up. they will still shout, "Miss Fizah !! Miss Fizah !" haha !

sad thing is, the situation in secondary schools these days are gazillion times different from what we use to grow up in. us, the "Oldies". they.. the "Young Ones", who are supposed to be the bright future generation, to propel Singapore towards better living and globalisation, aren't behaving the honourable part. i mean, come on ! even if you HATE the teacher, you should at least respect them out of the simple fact that they are OLDER than you. please, don't your mothers/ fathers teach you to respect the elderly ? isn't that a practise anymore ? or has it been a part of history all of a sudden. some things don't change. and that, my friend, is one of the vital things that should never change. ever.

kudos to those who joke about and respect the teacher at the same time. thanks. appreciate it lots ! now these are the kinds of students that teachers love to teach. you respect them, they respect you. you go against them, rebel, even after their hard work to help you back on the right track, then to heck with ya. there's really nothing much anybody can do. i know one particular kid whom i had a freaking hard time handling. i seriously thought, he just hates me you know ? well, hate me if you want. but don't you dare go against me with your verbal weapons. please, i can handle it. i've always have. it's just that, it's not right. yes, i'm a righteous kind of person, so what ? turns out, according to his form teacher, he's one tough kiddo. as figured, he has some attention-seeking problem that goes way out of hand. way wayyy out of hand. blame the parents ? i don't know. not my problem. and he doesn't want to be helped. so why bother ? right ?

on a whole lot of a lighter note, today can be considered one of the best relief teaching days i've had [though it's too early to say that haha.] had a great time "baby-sitting" this particular class. though they still make noise and act like kids, they're really funny. well some of them are. the rest were in their own "Poker" world. as usual, they went about by teasing one of their friend about his pronounciation of any word with the letter "R". cos this kid can't really pronounce it well. so, in the middle of my Sudoku game, i interrupted them and asked them to stop cos it's unfair to make fun of someone's somewhat disability. ironically, the kid being picked on didn't mind as much as i do. and i wasn't the one being picked on ! haha. the kiddo smiled and laughed even harder at their harmless jokes. and i must admit, i laughed with them as well. of course, i had to examine the poor kid's expression to get the green signal first. it was hilarious. the hilarious part was the expression of the other kiddo ! the one teasing the poor kid. he's funny lar ! in a charming way. hahah.

then i got back to my Sudoku. determined to finish my first ever Sudoku. haha. such a geek, i was.

then as i expected. they played the ever-popular [at least in the classes i took over] Guess-Miss-Fizah's-Age game. and their first guess was a painful 23 !! OUCH. that hurts. hurts BADLY. *sobs* do i look that old ? wargh~ *covers eyes and runs away*

and then, they went higher. DENGS. blergghhhh.

at long last, after they reach the number 50, they then decided to go lower than 23. *dushiak*

and finally, they didn't get a confirmed answer from me. haha ! all i said was, "definitely older than you." my usual answer to the oh-so-familiar question of, "how old are you ah, 'cher?"

haha. funny blokes.

plus met the gals from the D&T class. one by the name of Fizah as well. haha. crazy, sweet gals.

ohyea, whenever i write my name on the whiteboard at the beginning of a new class, in unison, the kids will go, "Fizah lagik !" [Fizah again !] cos Fidzo apparently calls herself Fiza. haha. in denial ah kau, Fidz ! now everyone's confused.

one cute lil kid, with his face lighting up like he just came up with a brilliant idea on how to eliminate roaches from the face of the earth, went, " HAH ! Miss Fizah ni [me], name dier ader H pat blakang ! ah....... tu pasal lar dier Happy ! yg Miss Fiza lagik satu tu [Fidz], takde H. tu pasal ah dier tak Happy. garang, you !"

hahaha. i just have to laugh at that. though not that funny. but.. laugh-able. another, nicknamed us: Miss Fiza Rock [Fidz]; Miss Fizah Cool [me].

hahahah. cuteness. and i thought i was the rock-ier one. turns out, someone else's voice is rock-ier than me ! hehe !

anyways, can't wait for the pay ! heheh. i want go out with the BFF ! got money, can go out ! weeeee ! want to watch Mission Impossible 3 ! X-MEN 3 ! Pirates of the Caribbean 2 ! Da Vinci Code ! anything !!!

ohyea, good to hear that Rad's back ! she scared me by putting the mere 3 words at her blog the other time. hope you're ok ya Rad. though i'm a always a lil late in knowing what's going on in your life, i still care okie. take care and meet you buncha crazygals soon !

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