I am a failure

It has been a week and all I did for the past one week was playing video game, going shopping and meeting my friends for lunch. I am a failure. One week has passed and I haven't even marked a single test paper. I am a failure.

Are teachers...not human?

I sometimes wonder what goes in those little kids head. I have realy confirmed one thing, Indonesian rich kids are far better than Malaysian attitude problem kids. Well...i know that it doesn't apply to all...but the small samples are big enough to kill the population.

I never knew that teaching is so hard. Not only that it is hard to prepare the lesson as we are left alone on our own, I also have to face the students' wants and needs. Hey, I am also a human being and this is my first semester in such a tiring place. But who could understand, all people expect is the best out of you. The boss said, we pay you RM 2+++ permonth and expect me to make wonders out of a bunch of monkeys (although it only applies to a handful). Then the students expect me to be beautiful and wonderful teacher by paying the college thousands of RM but hello, I don't get all those money. I only get a portion. The college gets the rest. If not, will you think that my college is ever gonna be that big?

So...I wanna make a change. Like Dr. Jackll to Mr. Hyde. If you don't like my good side, then see the bad side of me. Then don't complain that I don't like this teacher because he's bad. Well, you people don't want to accept the good side that is a bit cacat here and there, then except the bad side that is a bit cacat here and there. But at least, that side is cruel. YEAH!!!

Hello Reality...OUCH!

As I have seen heaven passing by, I can see reality floating back into my world. The world where there are 2XX essays and formal letter to be commented. I an fainting. Life in SAM is such a bore at times. Full of marking and nothing else but that. Yeah they said that it is always easier to give people essay to write during class hour and the students hated it but have they ever wonder that they are the one who are not suffering the most. We are. Now stand on my table is a total of 232 peices of writing that I have to mark and I really don't know will I be ever able to finish it on time before the weekends arrive as I have plans to torture my students next week. Hehehehehe....

Life works in such a way. Anyhow, last week itself was also not a week for me. I got my evaluation form back and to tell you the truth, it was such a demotivating feedback from the students. But like they say, you can't please everyone. Some of the comment I find it true that I am harsh at times, emotional and whatever but hey I am a human being. They too am emotional and who to blame when they were. Nobody. Hmmph...But than, this was not the worse part. Some comments are generally hillarious for a start and some are just not true. If they think that they want a perfect teacher, then they go and teach themselves lah. No wonder our education system is so bad. Who has the heart to teach BRATS/COMPLAINER like that. But then, it seems that it was a common thing for every teacher. So...there's no point of me being irrational and emotional at times. The next thing I ever want to do after mid-term is to change as according to the new action plan since some clowns have commented that I:

1) am funny and I should be a clown. Action: should be more boring then. don't blame me then that the class is boring ever again since some of you ask for it.
2) speak in British English. Action: should speak more in Manglish and let my kids die on their own since they commented that I speak British English. I wonder if I should pick up some Australian English and let them die faster.

I really don't know lah. I love most of them and almost everyone of them but the comments made have to be retrified and in order for me to do so, I have to change then. So kids whom I love, sorry that I might have to be an evil wizard when you all come back from you're holiday then. If you ever want to blame, blame on those clowns whom have made the comments that are not quite true.

p/s: the one that are quite true, I'll try my very best to change.