화요일, 8월 21, 2007
Tired..
Listening to: Position [I Love You]Tired to think.
Tired to type.
Tired to do anything.
Waking up at the wee hours of the day and dealing with 30 kids is really wearing me out.
I am not trying to be a pampered wallflower who only knows how to complain when things get tough.
PLEASE.
I would like to think that the final year of my FYP had prepared me enough to deal with demands.
But these 30 kids really make my head big.
Especially some of the bois. Argh.
Today i scolded them again. Guess what they did?
One boi tore the pages of a ger's storybook, one tore a drawing of another boi, one punched the stomach of a ger n another one used a pen n scraped it along the neck of his classmate.
Ok i shall give them the benefit of the doubt n believe that they din do it on purpose. But the last one i was really angry cos i could see the part where he scraped the pen welling up n turning red. IF he had used something any sharper i think i would have been done for.
Are they really 8-year-olds??
Why issit that their memory just cant seem to store the fact that doing something bad can lead to the consequence of being scolded?
I told the boi who used the pen thing straight in the face that if i can make him cry before i can make him cry again.
I think im turning evil.
If making them cry is the sole way to make them remember to behave, so be it.
I begin to worry for our future generation if 8-year-olds can generate words like bas***d, s*x, gay, lesbian n yes, even dialects.
The smarter kids get bored in class if i go too slow, the slower kids become lost if i go too fast. So tell me what im supposed to do..
Working life is tough, i have never doubted that for a single moment.
Maybe i just need more time..
N a dose of luck..
또 울어버렸다.. @ 9:09 PM