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Tuesday, July 07, 2009

its a love-hate relationship between me and my students. some days im rather excited to see them. some days i dread teaching them.

reaching two weeks of teaching the same old two classes and i know none of their names. not even one, ya very pathetic.

i always go,

"that boy/girl over there..."
"your friend has said..."
''YOU!!!!"

i shall go learn the names of the nicer students tmr. and i kinda feel like giving only the nicer students each a lil' gift on the last day with them.

hahahaha im so bias. but some are reaaaaaaally irritating. so irritating till i reeeeallly reeeeeeally feel like giving them two tight slaps but sadly, i cant. i cant even send them out of class la. not that i want to but ya.

k i think i sound like some real evil mean witch.

sometimes i wonder if i used to behave like that in class.


alright two more days till i resume my slacking career! :)


9:53 PM