You Come Here, Why Your Skirt So Short

Today's post is a follow up on this post.

The relief teachers were all gathered for lunch after school. Halfway through our meal, one of them exclaimed, Look at her (student) skirt! So short!

Responding to my inborn instincts, I of course immediately turned and look. Got short skirt of course look. But before I could take a closer look, I was promptly verbally slapped left right up down centre for being a pervert by the female colleagues, which happened to be the majority present.

Ask me to look so I look. Like that also wrong.

But a guy got to be smart. Never fight a losing battle in a hopeless war.

After the ladies finish bitching criticizing about the short skirt, another commented this, Last time in our school the male teachers are not allowed to tell the female students their skirts are too short.

Now I think this rule is abusurd. Because no male teachers in the right frame of mind will do that. With students nowadays, you can't predict their responses,

"Teacher, why you look at my skirt? My legs nice?"

You have no choice but to say No.

"Teacher dun bluff la, not nice you still see. You better confirm again (pull skirts higher)"

At this point if your nose start to bleed, thats it. By the end of the week, Í'm sure you earn a new nickname as The Teacher Who Look At Skirts.

Being a teacher is hard.

Being a male teacher is even harder you know.

I Am Still In The Teacher's Room

I'm typing this from my workplace in school. At 4.00 pm. So those who thinks relief teaching is relaxing should think twice.

I'm not slacking now. I'm just waiting for my turn to use the photocopier. You will think thats strange because I count... one.. two.. three.. four.. five..six.. photocopiers around me. Yes you read right, six photocopiers. Of which 3 or 4 normally with paper jams and the dumb dumb teachers dunno how to take the stuck paper out. Oh well, I also dunno how to clear the stuck papers.

Unfortunately, of the six avaliable, only one can do mass printing. The others churn out your papers like snails and we(teachers) are not supposed to use them in case they breakdown, probably due to overload.

And I must say again, teachers work very hard. The current teacher has been on the mass photocopier for more then half an hour. And good god, she is armed with enough papers for a long world war. God Bless her students, I tell you.

By the way, I used up 2 reams of paper today. Which means to say I have use up like 500 X 2 = 1000 pieces of white paper. See, I am very hard working also. And a while ago I signed out for another 3 reams of paper. So technically, today, I am the most hardworking teacher in the school since I draw out the most paper.

And oh I also must tell you.........WAIT........

Another teacher armed with enough paper for a short world war is approaching, I must faster go chop my place in the queue.......

Its Not Easy Being A Teacher

Along the years, I've learnt that you only truly understand things when you have the opportunity to experience them yourself. Like how a girl can never understand a guy's pain of 2 years of NS, a student can never understand the work of a teacher.

And it is now, on day 2 of my teaching stint, that I truly sees the efforts put in by school teachers. They slog everyday. And slog they do. Within the cold walls of the staff room, from where students are blinded and oblivious to what is really happening, teachers rush to get things done.

They rush to photocopy notes in time for the next lesson. These notes, many students misplace them.

They rush to get ready the day's presentation slides. These slides, many students look at them with blank stares.

They rush to create the next set of worksheets. These worksheets, many students just copy the answers from their peers.

They rush to prepare students for exams. These exams, many students don't bother about them.

And I am guilty. Guilty of the above and of many many other things that I will not do as a student if time reverses.

I wonder, why they do not build glass doors for the staff room. Glass doors that allows students to see what their teachers do for them. I think the idea's dumb but I can't think of anything else. Can't possibly put webcams in teachers room so that students can access them online real-time right?

I wonder.

I wonder how she is doing now. Hope she returns soon.

I Am A Teacher OK

Officially today, 2nd January 2008, I am proud to announce that I'm a relief teacher. Woot!

Am teaching a certain subject at a certain school. No I will not be specific less MOE stumbles on this blog and I make the New Paper headlines.

First day of school today was chaotic. And it was obvious that students were out to "test waters" to see whether I will float or sink.

Lucky me is guy, got loud voice. Lucky me is ugly, got fierce face. Lucky me last time from uniform groups, got experience in controlling groups. Lucky me teaching not so big boys and girls, got enough power to control them. And so I think I very well belong to the floating type.

But still, after three straight lessons, I had to send out SOS call to canteen to save my throat. Because I shout and shout and shout so much in those lessons. I now declare Jia Jia Liang Teh is now my best friend. Drink already, my throat revive.

As I was buying my Jia Jia Liang Teh, this perm teacher laughed at me : So fast need Jia Jia Liang Teh for your throat already?

Tomorrow I show her.

Tomorrow I buy Red Bull.

Today, later, I drink more Jia Jia Liang Teh