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You'd learn something new everyday:
Each person drops about 100 strands of hair per day. ( Aha, remember the Big Hair Ball dream? ) Sudden inspirations or cravings:
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I've been working for this past week, as a relief chemistry teacher at my alma mater junior college. I thought it would be fun, but I was wrong....sniff...
For one thing, I definitely do not have the look of a teacher obviously. The minute I asked my classes if they had any question to ask, they asked me for my age. I mean, I tried so damn hard to look slightly older, but they still looked through all those bee-yoo-tee-fool clothes...oops, sounds slightly obscene... I also realise that I do not possess any teacher's dignity. Agnes happily gave me a little lecture on how to preserve a little bit of respectability in the classroom. But I couldn't help it- I just look at them and my first instinct is to be friendly. But, I'm trying...I'm trying... At least I don't have to scream at my students. Ming complained to me how she got a sore throat screaming at her primary school students on the first day of her work. Wow. To think I got a sore throat just trying to TALK to those student. Cindy the weakling. Some teacher advised me to use my diagphram to project my voice or something.....professional.. One example of a typical lesson: Me: Take out your tutorials.
Later during that brief lesson, a girl told me," Teacher, I think you should try and improve on your voice projection. We're all louder than you, you know." Sigh......I am pathetic... Anyway, after one week of lessons, I have finally mastered the art of intimidation without having to scream: I just glare. I can afford to wait...somehow, the students are more worried about a slightly psychotic quiet teacher than a hysterical one. Hehe. Now that I am wearing contact lenses, I think I'm better armed with The Glare. |
| I shall go practise in a mirror. |