Stories from my desk

It's PMR week and I'm glad I managed to let myself out of becoming an invigilator. I can never stand being stationary for a longggggggg period of time and I rather be copy printing and stapling papers at school rather than be at another school and stand for mindless hours. No offense for those invigilating cos I know you guys will get money hahaha...

I'm glad I stepped out of the invigilator's list because on the second day of PMR, my Form 3 students were frantically looking for me to sooth their nerves for English Paper 1 and Paper 2.

"Teacher...banyaknya perkataan baru!!!"
"Teacher...apa itu "arguing"??"
"Teacher..."anxious" tu ertinya nervous kan?"
"Teacher...saya lupa bah nama kawan si Dr jekyll!!"
"Nahhhh nasib sia tulis pasal si Robinson sama si Friday!!!"
"Teacher, tu article sia tertulis macam report!!! Macamana ni??"
"Teacher...doakan kami sangkut2 dapat B ya"
"Teacher..suda ku prektis handwriting ku..." (Ya, handwritingmu macam cacing..tulung la tulis cantik2 karanganmu)

Teacher this...teacher that...my desk was swarmed by my students!!

Eventhough it was a bit crowded, but I feel blessed. My PLBS and 001M were left unfinished that day but I'm glad that in a small way, I managed to calm them down. They've tried their best and I'm sure deep down (although sometimes I feel like killing them!!) they really want to prove to me that they were listening in between my nagging lines. At that moment, I just don't care about falling graphs or a decrease of English language subject %, it's my job to handle that. These kids have tried their very best knowing that English to them is like quantum physics.

I heard my colleague commented "Wah, ramai peminat ah..." and I noticed, the majority of students who swarmed my desk were boys! Only two girls came to see me about the papers and they just said "Teacherrrrrr...susah oh!!!" and then they left. The boys were "TEACHERR!!!" here and "TEACHERRRR!!!!" there..I thought I attracted pheromones.

Somehow, I think I'm still not ready for this profesion...but maybe He thinks otherwise. Dear God, You know what's best...and thank you for giving my students the inspiration and determination to pass their exam. Amen.

Its true what some educator say:
The reward of teaching do not come in monetary forms, rather it is shown in the eyes of the children.

Shallowness.

I was chatting with one of my GGs (refer post Escapades #2) last night when she told me what happened to her and her college friends at a trendy cafe in CityMall, KK. Her story prompted me to blog about her endeavours and perhaps share a piece of my mind of the person behind her story. So here goes:

GG was happily having a tea break with two classmates at the cafe when the waiter came and asked for their orders. The said waiter then, after taking their order, wrote on the order sheet and place the paper at its proper place.

GG and friends then enjoyed their drink.

Then time passed and it's time to pay.

GG's friend looked at the paper and was pissed off with what the waiter had written on the No.of Pax column :
"2 gummuk, 1 cewek"

GG, being the cool woman, then told the friends to walk out of the cafe.

Walking out they did.

I kept on wondering whether the manager trained his or her employees to jot the number of people based on their physical appearance. It saves a lot of ink and time to write "3" instead of "2 gummuk, 1 cewek". Alas, why am I worried? The spelling of "gemuk" or fat in the order sheet reflects the mental (and emotional or sensitivity) capacity of the waiter. I blog about this because I just can't see the reason of prejudice against voluptious people. The waiter messed with my GG, he messes with me who happens to be endowed with extra kilos on my hips and thighs.

So to all of you who thinks that fat people do not have feelings, please do yourselves a favour. Lock yourself in your house and don't come out cos you've committed a hideous social faux pas. Make that an Unforgivable social faux pas.

To all of you voluptous people (or you who thinks your body sucks), if ever you find shallow and annoying people like the waiter who thinks that being thin and sexy are the ultimate face of beauty...

WALK OUT and BE PROUD.

Hold this mantra (the person who coined this is a sheer genius) :
"Yes, I'm fat but you're ugly and I can diet (and exercise)"

Big Girls..You are beautiful.