Mummy’s Day! ^^

Exam week.

Correction week.

And wheeeee holidays~!!!

I love this part of my job.

It’s the ultimate motivation. And what keeps me calm and sane… despite the fact that we’ve just been informed to stay back this coming weekend to pick up rubbish around Saratok. Ahh sabar Choo. They will ditch you when you’ve become an older broom and when new brooms come to replace.

I’ve grown to get used to my more-frequent trips back home. And last week I actually traveled alone! Woo-wow!! Two pats on the back. I don’t know why the sound of a 5-hour journey ALONE kinda freaked me out a little. Maybe it’s the switching of transport on the way… the terrifying thought of being left in the middle of nowhere, where you could see nothing but jungles and bushes, and there’s no taxi to hail. But it’s better than I expected, thank God! And I actually enjoyed the bus trip back, accompanied by a few episodes of Everybody Loves Raymond (thanks dear <3!). Perhaps it’s the DESTINATION that makes all the difference. But coming back here wasn’t so bad either.

Thank God. I am really getting used to it.

And to know that I could be so independent. It’s like a real sense of accomplishment. Haha.

And it’s a must-come-back weekend, coz it’s Mother’s Day!! Although going to Sibu sitting in colleague’s car for 2 hours will be so much easier. But I felt that I should and want to go home. Who knows it might be one of the greatest gifts for my mom hahahaha… nah just saying the quality time matters. It’d be nothing compared to the effort and time and everything my mom has been sacrificing for me. And when temptations come to take the easy way out, I always remind myself that, no, I don’t want to say ‘I should have…’ in the future.

And it proves to be the right choice. ^^

Happy Mother’s Day Mummy! You’re one of the greatest gifts God has been so gracious to offer me in my life! <3

Two sisters missing. My dad said we should take a family photo some day in the holidays. I couldn’t agree more! =)

Family time is incomplete without gooood fooood~~~

:9 This time around I bought Groupons so that we could all try out Gourmet Sausage. The food was okay, something I would go for for a second time I guess. But one of the waitresses really got on my nerves.

Ahh who cares about an ill-mannered waitress. Niny’s there to cheer us up!

I’m glad I get to see her for another time before she goes off to Limbang for a long holiday. Sigh. It’s gonna be so quiet and uneventful without her.

She’s best friends with 大大只bear-bear. I figure Yaoyao likes his new name too. And according to Niny, Yaoyao is a she-bear. o.O

 After our early dinner our tummy has plenty of space for a bit of cakes. Haha we decided to get something small so that we won’t leave it in the fridge for n years. Niny thinks everything with a cake and candles is about birthdays. Her birthday. Hahhaa… But the 3 moms enjoy seeing her delightful self around cakes, so it’s okay with her being the main character I suppose.

Miss you already mummy hahaha..

See you in less than 2 weeks!

And you too, Jong babeh; HuiHui & Khailing; and YOU dear! <3

I can’t wait!

I don give a damn

I’ve sort of made up my mind after my year 3 English class today, that if there’s a chance, I will definitely further my studies, and perhaps be a lecturer or sth other than a school teacher.
It’s a weak class, and I have no issues with low proficiency. And after two monthly tests I kind of blamed myself for not putting enough effort in making the class interesting, for the most appealing thing in my class was probably the set of flash cards because they could then see some colours other than dark green and white.
So I ‘resolved’ to do sth more. And since powerpoint is a rare case here, I opted for that. And it took me a whole night. And when I went into class, energetic and motivated thinking that I had sth INTERESTING to show them, and I got little attention from them, not to mention appreciation, just like how it was when it was chalk and talk.
And that really fused my temper.
I think it was so explosive that the hm did a pass-by just to check out what happened.
And I’m sad to say that even though it’s just the third month, I’m tempted to give up, like what the others have been doing. And yet you feel that it’s wrong to have such thoughts. Because they’re still so young. Like (who knows) they have a great future ahead of them but having labelled ‘hopeless’ they go nowhere.
And I guess the reason behind my anguish is that I care too much. I think they are NOT hopeless that’s why I am mad when they don pull their weight. I am too concerned that they might not have a future if they don study well and excel and get a good job and change their lifestyle and not have to live in poverty anymore.
Ironically, their parents couldn’t care less.
And hence, why should I give a damn?
Silly me.
Another life lesson learnt: if you can’t be sure to educate your kids, don give birth to loads and leave them to rot.

in the assroom

I know my lecturers forbade me to say such things in the class and would prob have given me a C if it’s my practical in schools. But I just can’t help myself sometimes. I’ve never found kids as restless as such before! We’re from two different planets. I speak an alien language and they speak another. So today when they started to wriggle here and there and talk and mind others’ business 5 seconds after I got them to settle down, I finally said (in mandarin):

“Are you animals?”

Surprised, they hushed a bit and solemnly answered, “No.”

“Good, because animals don’t understand instructions. You ask them to stop and sit still and they won’t.” (when deep down inside I knew better than that)

It worked. They became quiet and listened.

5 seconds.

4.

3.

2.

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The fidgeting and wriggling and talking returned. As if I hadn’t said anything at all.

I couldn’t help it, “Okayyyy, haiwan-haiwan sekalian~~~”

Once again it worked…

Silence……

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Noise fidgeting wriggling everything returned.

Ahh yesssss!

The teacher is in the assroom.

april tales

I’ve left this place to collect dust again. And as usual, I’m going to count days/report time/exclaim on how time flies/lament on the endless working days. == I think I seriously lack some creativity in beginning every post. And so it’s mid-April. And since my long-awaited hols’re all gone I’m now counting days to receive my next pay haha. Soooo motivating.

Oh yeah I’ve got to mention this: I’ve got another new housemate!! So surprising that any teacher should move in at this time of the month/year, since there’s no more placement. I remember praying about it briefly for the very first time the night before, asking God if it’s possible then let someone compatible with us move in so that she could help share some burden of the rental. And the next day a girl came knocking on our door asking about renting a room for her relative, who’s also a teacher, from Kuching and of the same age! We’re so shocked we didn’t know how to respond. And the girl came to view the room in the afternoon and moved in straight in the evening! Say, is this a miracle or wad?!! Praise the Lord!

And now there’re more people in the house, but it’s still kinda quiet, we stick to ourselves mostly.. I guess we haven’t really warmed up to one another. Talked to her a few times and she seems like a nice person. Let’s see if there’s any occasion which I could snap a pic of the 3 of us ok.

Now am actually considering going back home more frequently. Like every… fortnight…? Reason being that I couldn’t find a suitable church here in Saratok and that there’re some inevitable constraints to go to the church I prefer in Sibu… or am I just being difficult? o.O And also that because I strongly feel that my coming back to the church here is ‘in line’ with God’s will (you can pm me for more details why I say so hahahha).. well it’s just like I think I’ve got the signs.. revelations.. whatever you call that… and what I’m trying to do here is to feed myself well spiritually, because pastors and prophets all over the world have been saying that this is the preparation year. And since we’re entering Malaysia’s Jubilee Year, I wouldn’t want to miss the revival or His kyros moment that sort of thing…

Hence, I tried for the first time last weekend (when it’s a normal weekend with no extra days of hol) and found it kinda taxing. Esp if few ppl applaud you for it. Not that what others say matters, but sometimes you’d wish to have more affirmation when you’re on a challenging and easier-to-give-up-than-hold-on task. Perseverance is hard, when giving up means saving money and time and perhaps, more time with your beau; not mentioning if such a short trip may have been the main cause for a terrible flu and slight fever adding to the Monday blues. Hmm, not exactly my cup of tea.

Ahh well, if it’s for the right cause, it’s always worthwhile and I won’t, I believe, regret in the end. And I will get used to 10-hour-rides-in-less-than-2-days. I will.

Oh yea, speaking of which, pray for me if you remember okay, I wish my HM will let me off on the Monday prior to Labour’s day. Then I could have a longer stretch of days back home. God I need Your favour!!!

But this week I’m going to Sibu *the unheard sigh of relief to have escaped the 10 hours* to follow the annual traditions of blowing out candles. Don’t know whether it’s something to gloat about when you know you’re moving towards thrilling three.

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Don’t have many new pics. Except for Niny’s.

She could take on different roles if she’s made an actress someday.

She could be the lady..

the villain…?

the genius… or the rascal (which she’d be best in).

But she’s a lovable rascal. Unlike those in my class.

He must have hated me enough to write this. But come to think of it, there could be some truth in it.

 I miss home. :’)

The GOODNESS at home.

My sist baked me a cake but she destroyed it before I had the chance to taste it. ><  And yep those are Niny’s fingers.

Happy 25. :’D

I have had a great one, even here in Saratok. Thank you, all of YOU, you know who you are.

I wonder how I wonder why

Sometimes I wonder if I have changed. You know, less compassionate. Less thoughtful. Less generous. Less everything positive.

It’s like after stepping into the real world (which still seems so surreal sometimes) and hearing all those intimidating stories of how others love things and use people instead of the other way round you just feel like protecting yourself from getting hurt or being taken advantage of so much so that sometimes you forget your once more-caring, more-considerate, more-humane side.

I think I have come to a point that I just feel like doing what feels right. To ME. To the self-centered egocentric me. No I don’t feel like thinking for others. Because they are nobody to me as of yet. They are no one important to me. They aren’t my bestest of friends. I’m not even certain what they are capable of doing to me.

And after days of contemplation I have decided to be a meanie and ignore everything that doesn’t concern me. I have too much in mind, so much to do that I refuse to mind others’ business.

After all, I have started discovering some angels and devils, or just devils behind angelic faces.

Ahh maybe it’s not as it seems. Let’s give it more time, some benefit of doubt, before anything Kaboom happens.

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Tomorrow’s a school holiday for Ching Ming. Or Ceng Beng. Whatever. Then Thursday school again. Then Good Friday break. Easter Monday no break. TT Why~~~??? Don’t you know that it’s tiresome for those like us who have to travel hours to see our family and loved ones?

But ahh let’s not grumble anymore. I know I know… it’s my own choice to travel back home.

Classes are fine. Except that I seriously feel like giving up sometimes when you see how BLUR the Year 3 kids are. I don’t know. They are restless. Even more than the Year 1′s. And their attention span is like.. 5 seconds? LITERALLY. I have to speak at the top of my lungs (okayyy read as SHOUT) for two whole periods. Something is seriously wrong with my classroom management. Or my lessons.

Ahh I wonder why.

still on the beginning

It’s Friday! Friday! Gotta get down on Friday~~~

Ahh just in case you don’t know, I’ve become very much agreeable with Rebecca Black these days..

*two slaps across the face*

But seriously there were times when I think (what a crime!) about using her song to teach my Year 3 about the days of the week. Just the bridge part. Hmmm.. but I don’t want to risk having it stuck to my head for a few days, so let’s just forget about it.

Tomorrow is the 93rd birthday celebration of Min Syn. What an old school eh.. Though I’m not emotionally attached to this place still I’m glad, coz it means classes are cancelled for the day! Yoohoo~ Well, not all, but it’s good enough to avoid facing some of the most LOVABLE kids. Thank God!

And after that heading to a place more lovable than Saratok. I guess that’ll be what keeps me sane for the coming three years: seeing faces that I love.

These few days all the teachers were asked to update their personal info for transferring purposes. And everyone was so excited bout it, thinking bout that tiny weeny hope that they’ll be able to leave in June. And I shared in that excitement only to be told, “Choo, you don’t hope for anything okay. At least 3 years…” And I was surrounded with laughter and perhaps even mockery.

My pay’s in. But countless reminders of debts extinguished the excitement of seeing the figures in seconds. POOF! There goes the few hundreds for car. POOF! There goes for sponsorship… POOF POOF POOOFF for bla bla bla…

They say don’t think of buying anything for yourself for the 1st year. Because you’ll constantly finding your cash flows out like a river.

God, please give me the wisdom to manage my finance… @@

And to manage the kids too..

Just saw a quote by Brown (2006) from a junior’s video…

Beginning teachers are especially challenged by conflicts between their personal beliefs and the reality of teaching…

How annoyingly true.

I’m one of them now.

And what do you do if a kid refuse to admit that he is wrong and apologize, when you have tried both soft and hard approaches?

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whine like a horse

I guess the only time when we don’t sigh and lament about how time flies is the pre-hol time. That’s when we probably stare at the calendar willing the days of freedom to arrive sooner. Hahah I do that all the time.

Worse still, I’m counting down to the next long break — in May. And since 6 and 11 April are both holidays, I thought of ways to suggest the GB to take one cuti peristiwa and a kelas gantian probably end of March, so that we can have another  one-week break hahahaha. =P My hopes were crushed tho, a few hours back in the meeting room.

“Bos pendidikan cakap tak boleh memanjangkan cuti sebegini.” TT

Dang it. Those who sit in the air-con room with a sky-high pay seriously don’t know what sort of motivation holidays could bring to school teachers — educators — people who REALLY TEACH in school.

I don’t mean to sound so negative. It’s just that sometimes all the crappy systems created by those office ppl are really burdensome for us. Endless paperwork. And they expect you to produce geniuses in school. When kids nowadays aint like our time. They have lotsa distractions. They have parents who worship them. They think the coolest thing aint being number 1 in school but bullying others and showing off. They are just not like our time – respectful, disciplined, independent learners, who didn’t need to be told twice. Okay, maybe 5, or 10 times. But now this lot of kids are just different. They need A LOT of attention. Which means more time from the teacher. So why all the paperwork? I don’t get it.

A colleague of mine told us an amusing, ‘in-your-face’ story of her sister who’s a Pemulihan teacher in a school. Recently there have been frequent visits from PPD officers and they literally scolded almost all the teachers in school for ‘not doing their job well’, or ‘not trying their best to get all the kids pass the bar’… and there was this little kid who didn’t know how to differentiate 4 and 7. For some reason she just couldn’t. And the officer reprimanded the teacher for not getting her pass LINUS. And so the teacher said, ‘Please demonstrate how I should teach.’ So the officer sat down and started teaching the kid. And after a while he stood up, shook his head and said, ‘Now this kid really has a problem!’

And we’re all like pffffft *rolling our eyes* @.@!!!

And today we’re briefed on the Guru Penyayang program in which we’re suggested (read as ‘forced’) to stand at the gate and ‘mengalu-alukan kedatangan mereka sambil bertanya khabar’ (welcome the school kids warmly while greeting them) or ‘membetulkan tali leher atau butang mereka’. I don’t mind doing that to those who’re well-behaved seriously. But when you think of those big bullies and real rascals in the class who don’t even give a dang to you, I guess it’s normal to go, ‘Oh pleasssssssse~~~~~~!’

Ahh teachers… now becoming courtiers: ‘Aye aye Your Highness!’

Enough of the dark side of the education system. I’m taking a break tomorrow for real. =)

Thank God sometimes it’s the innocence of children, or rather, our human instinct to accomplish some sense of achievement (perhaps describing gung-ho naive young teachers) that keeps us moving.

But I like it when they make me smile.

Or laugh.

getting used to sawatok

My weekend with a replacement class. ><

Another 5 working days to holiday! I can’t wait. But the horror comes after the break. A stretch of 10 weeks without long breaks until the last week of May… 0.o God please help me…

I’m starting to get the hang of things in school.. and am learning my timetable by heart. There’ve been times when I got heart attacks when 1) I realised I should enter a class 10 min ago (and I stopped the kids from greeting me so that the teachers next door wouldn’t notice ); or 2) when I thought I should enter a class and rushed to tidy up only to realise it’s half an hour later. == Thank God they aint as frequent now.

My Tuesday and Thursday timetable are both horrifying. 5 periods of classes in a go from 7am to 9:30am! If I were a student I would have no complaints at all. Seriously, what’s 3 hours of lecture to us last time? But when you have to be the one talking non-stop (or rather, shouting, projecting your voice at your very best volume), even an hour is a torture challenge. I find myself hungrier than any other time after such lessons, esp with my Year 3 kids!! I’ve always thought Year 3′s would be the most lovable lot in school! Turned out that I’m so wrong. Mine are so BLUR that you’d wonder if they’re Year 3 or Year 1…

Ahh well, I guess that’s what we’re here for. Hahaha tough mission.

Sighhhhhh… kept seeing notifications from C4 group bout how they’ve received their PERLANTIKAN letters and how their school clerks affirmed them on how soon they’re getting their pay.. and mine.. still… no… news…

I need mah pay!!!

Getting used to the life here. And I’m sure I’ll settle down better once I find a church that suits me. =)

 And I suppose cooking says a lot about being comfortable at a place.

Hakka dishes!

Guess I’ll turn out to be some fine ‘wife material’ after some years here! LOL!

The truth is that, there’s not many eat out options here. And their dishes are all very SALTY! Fast food? There’s only Sugarbun.

Epic.

Their famous fish fillet not only kecut but also hampir hangus.

But yeah, as Louby said there’s nothing to complain about, coz at least we have a place if say, birthday, or pay day comes. Hahaha…

What else do you want to know bout Saratok?

Bird nests at my window?

Or bats in the school hall?

*yawnnnn*

Oh by the way, I’m so surprised that the bougainvilleas at the porch blossomed so much.. Something to brighten my days.. Reminds me of sakura in Japan. Or Taiwan Yangmingshan. A42 girls! Let’s make our Taiwan dream come true in these two years ok! My passport’s expiring soon!

Ahh I miss home more. I miss Daddy and Mummy and Sissies and definitely

Cheeky Niny.

And one & a half weeks more to seeing you in person! ^^ That’s a-hundred-moment collage of us! Sacrificed my beauty sleep just to get it done. Shows that LOVE does make us do silly things.. <3

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the teacher & girlfriend in me

2 more weeks to go before my March break!! ^^ Hahah… not gonna complain about working because I’d been complaining about being unemployed for more than 6 months.. so now yeah.. it’s the joy of looking forward to breaks and holidays.. LOL.

Well, I’ve finally gotten my timetable! Teaching 8 classes and a total of 8 subjects if PJ and PK could be counted as two subjects. The funny thing is, I teach Class 2M PK and 2B PJ, and I guess 2 other teachers take on the former’s PJ and the latter’s PK. So strange. But ahhh it’s elective so it’s OK.. I’m taking two core subjects, English and Math, and the rest are electives! Ranging from Music (I’m so dead) to KH (Speechless!! They’re learning about transistors and LED and the terms in Chinese too! Someone please just shoot me dead x.x) and I guess I just have to try my very best and nothing else…. And that’s 31 periods in all! Not mentioning the extra classes every Tuesday and Thursday and the monthly co-curricular activity… ahh well some schools are worse.. so nothing to grumble bout.

I don’t know why the moment I got my timetable it gave me a real sense of belonging in the school. Hahaha ridiculous but true story. Perhaps I’ve had enough of feeling the eyes of the others on my back (coz I’m sitting right at the 1st table in the staffroom!!! Bad choice~) for 2 weeks… their unspoken dissatisfaction of us being so free…. and the way they made known their discontent by constantly asking when the new timetable’d be out. So when I got mine, it was like we’re all suddenly equal… and I no longer have to tiptoe in and out the staffroom making coffee or buying lunch because every move I make would be on the watch.

And other responsibilities come as well, like being a traffic police on Tuesdays after school (I thought that’s the school janitor’s job!!) leading all the kids cross the road like a mother hen with her chicks… library teacher… and perhaps more to come…

And ‘other responsibilities’ include attending social functions like some pemimpin-rakyat CNY dinner.. ==

Turned out it’s some pre-election activity. ==!!!

And tadaa here’s my housemate, Jane.

I remember feeling over-dressed that day, even though it was like some plainest outfit I wore back in Kch.. coz most of my colleagues just came in T-shirts and jeans.. ahhh small town! I guess staying here for long = no shopping needed… GOOD, save money. 0.O Oh God, You know I’m deprived of my shopping sprees!

Speaking of which, I’m so broke now! It’s funny how I could spend less than RM50 per week in Saratok, but when I get to Sibu during weekends, the cash seems to be flowing out in hundreds!! God knows what a spendthrift I am! I mean seriously, what could you spend in a place like Sibu? Ah well I don’t mean it that way, but it’s just like in Kuching where megamalls do not really exist, and I didn’t splurge on new clothes either! It’s always on food and stationery and groceries only and how they ended up in hundreds really I don’t know!

Perhaps it’s the shopaholic in me unleashed in Sibu because there is really no place to so-called shop in Saratok. I couldn’t find.. or rather, they don’t sell refrigerated butter in Everise.. so I guess people here dont like butter…? o.O I heard even the families here drive hours to Sibu or Kuching to spend their weekend. Simply amazing.

I’m supposed to save more in Sibu because here we don’t usually eat out except for our routine Kampua breakfast opposite Louby’s primary school, where his mom’s teaching. The tauke and taukenio have watched him grow from a small boy to such a size now hahah… And you could guess how it was the first time. == You could practically feel eyes on you the whole time, or rather, they just stole constant glances out of the corner of their eyes while acting all good-natured. But thank God now that I visit so FREQUENTLY, awkwardness has faded much and I guess I’m no longer an alien with three eyes and six legs that captures so much attention from the others.

Staying at his place is akin to another life challenge for me (not exaggerating ok) where ‘tests’ are inevitable. Now don’t get me wrong. His parents and sister are wonderful people.. Amiable, extremely hospitable, generous… and the best thing is they don’t exactly treat me like a guest (like how we usually stop our guests from doing the dishes and shoo them to the living room to watch TV) and that makes me feel so much at ease… but the stress and pressure is undeniably there… like… you just hope you could be in their good book and have a fantastic relationship with them like those Western stories you hear… problem is I’ve heard more of troubled (Asian) mother-daughter-in-law stories so much that they freak me out.

Okay pause. Yea I know perhaps my mind’s really wandered too far into the future. And we’re not close to planning a wedding or wad.. but it’s a relationship which I truly value and hope for a shared future together. So everything the parents say literally weigh something… to me. It’s like a little word of affirmation could send me on cloud nine and a disapproving expression (probably unintentional) would make me go wondering if I’ve earned less than a Pass in their ‘checklist’.

Ahh sigh.. yes I know I know… I’m overacting and overthinking and giving myself pressure. I guess I just so desperately want a good start so that things could be easier in the future. Signs of low self esteem… hahaha

Okay let’s just forget it for the time being.. I’ll find a church to settle down in Saratok and perhaps that’ll reduce my stress in the future.. hahaha… let’s dig out some pictures……..

Our Valentine’s cum 5th year was on a Tuesday.. so we made a deal to see each other in Sibu the following weekend. I never expected to celebrate any Valentine’s or anniversary in Sibu before hahahah… It just never occurred in my mind it’d become our most frequent meeting point at this phase of our life. o.O

Tried Cafe Cafe because most Sibu-an food pages gave such high recommendations…

The ambience was good…

We ordered a lamb chop and a turkey ham salad for sharing because we heard the portion was huge.

Turned out that the veggie portion was huge. We didnt know there’s salad veggie for the lamb chop too. We ended up finishing two piles of veggie.. I had no problem going to the bathroom the next day.

Plus the healthy juices we ordered, but none compared to the homemade ones I’m having on weekends I drop by in Sibu.

Not this weekend, unfortunately… less ‘ “future-in-law” stress’ (LOL) but also means not seeing him.

I’m counting down..

17 days….

But 12 more days to happiness.

March holiday I *heart* you!

But I *heart* you more. :”)

Nah I don’t care dy… I’m showing others something ‘explicit’ of us.

of dreams and reality

I am back in Saratok. TT Monday Tuesday Back to school blues.

Still no timetable for now. And guess what I did the whole day.. Read Carol Read’s 500 activities from 7:00am till 1:20pm, over and over again! *puke*

The only sure task I got is that I’ll be in Science Club for my KOKU. So much for avoiding Science for 6 years in college & uni. ==

I actually brought some hands-on work to kill time. It’s some Q&A cards I planned for my board games for the kids. I know new teachers always invite unwanted attention, so I did expect other teachers to start getting curious and asking questions. And they did.

Teacher: What are you doing?

Me: Just finding something to occupy myself. *reluctant to explain*

Teacher: Oh what is it? *dying-to-know look*

Me: Errr… some Question cards I plan to do for the board games in class…

Teacher: Oh… Yea better do it now before you get busy. *Adding quietly* Anyhow you won’t find the time/chance to use them… *chuckled*

At that moment a bucket of icy cold water drenched me from head to toe. It was such a great blow!

I’ve heard of how older, experienced teachers telling me how in reality a fun-filled class full of exciting language games and activities does not exist. Yes, when you just begin teaching you’re gung-ho about making the lessons interesting and conducting games and songs and all, they say, but ultimately you’ll revert back to drilling and chasing time to complete syllabus because all the others care is the academic result, how many A’s your kids score and that’s it.

And I do believe that new, inexperienced, fresh-from-college/uni teachers like me could sometimes be so naïve and unrealistic and we dream of changing the kids and the world while others scoff at our so-called passion. And I don’t know, and am actually afraid that a few years down the road later, if I will be the one writing here ridiculing some new teachers’ gung-ho-ness to do likewise.

And yet we complained of our education system being too examination-oriented and that kids nowadays study not for the knowledge but the certs.

Despite the ‘reality’, I think I still want to give it a try. So that the kids would learn to love the subject, and that interest will bring them a long way, to go on learning even when they continue on in sec school or college.

I miss you girls.

I know if you guys were here, you’d stand by me and scoff back at the teacher. Hahahah.

I really do miss our times together!