manic panic stations.
so i survived a 25-period teaching week, which i know seems pale in comparison to some of you working crazy 12-14 hour days. it wasn't the duration so much as the challenge to not sound jaded with each repeat lesson x 5. tuesday was esp trying when i had to see all 7 classes and at some point it was deja vu, not in a good way haha.
i met every one of my 112 students personally too and wow some of their names are either bizarre or cool. one's named after a song by the rolling stones (happening parents, teased her that they must be hippies), one had exotic latin roots and yet another from a micro-unit of measurement (can't put it here coz she might google n find my journal haha). let's just say it's something you can find on your ruler!
what made each lesson rewarding though was the varied input from students. they seem so enthusiastic about everything and for once i really wasn't sarcastic when i said, 'one at a time please' (something i'd say in classes before when it was so quiet you could hear a hair follicle move). had the most fun examining nirvana's 'teen spirit' which had such a wide spectrum of reactions from their egocentric adolescent reasoning.
something i 'koped' from the venerable salvador dali
i gave them that diagnostic assignment to evaluate their perception and aptitude and most of them came up with amazingly refreshing insights. it makes the marking a delight (oxymoron indeed) when you know each written response isn't old and rehashed.
perhaps it isn't so bad afterall. although when the term assignments arrive i will probably need to have a keg beside me to get through the stacks with pronounced glee.
my lunch all week
some impressive raw talent at this year's inter-house drama comp
most outstanding was from cheetah house (yay!) imo. one of them bore an uncanny resemblance to the ex-gf haha no worries my cougar days are over ;]
alrighty then. i'm going to brace myself now for the a level results due in an hour. i'm beside myself with anxiety so i'll check back here later to update its outcome -shriek- and if i don't i'm probably fired =/
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feeling torn. want to cheer for my h1s which i solely taught but am crushed by the h2s, as is my boss. fuck
bitter-sweet: top arts student of the cohort turned out to be from my form class. she's overcome challenges from a single-parent home. am so damn proud of her =]
i met every one of my 112 students personally too and wow some of their names are either bizarre or cool. one's named after a song by the rolling stones (happening parents, teased her that they must be hippies), one had exotic latin roots and yet another from a micro-unit of measurement (can't put it here coz she might google n find my journal haha). let's just say it's something you can find on your ruler!
what made each lesson rewarding though was the varied input from students. they seem so enthusiastic about everything and for once i really wasn't sarcastic when i said, 'one at a time please' (something i'd say in classes before when it was so quiet you could hear a hair follicle move). had the most fun examining nirvana's 'teen spirit' which had such a wide spectrum of reactions from their egocentric adolescent reasoning.
something i 'koped' from the venerable salvador dali
i gave them that diagnostic assignment to evaluate their perception and aptitude and most of them came up with amazingly refreshing insights. it makes the marking a delight (oxymoron indeed) when you know each written response isn't old and rehashed.
perhaps it isn't so bad afterall. although when the term assignments arrive i will probably need to have a keg beside me to get through the stacks with pronounced glee.
my lunch all week
some impressive raw talent at this year's inter-house drama comp
most outstanding was from cheetah house (yay!) imo. one of them bore an uncanny resemblance to the ex-gf haha no worries my cougar days are over ;]
alrighty then. i'm going to brace myself now for the a level results due in an hour. i'm beside myself with anxiety so i'll check back here later to update its outcome -shriek- and if i don't i'm probably fired =/
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feeling torn. want to cheer for my h1s which i solely taught but am crushed by the h2s, as is my boss. fuck
bitter-sweet: top arts student of the cohort turned out to be from my form class. she's overcome challenges from a single-parent home. am so damn proud of her =]