In another 8 days, it will be 2 months since I started this job.
On January 16th, 2012, I was officially appointed as a teacher.
In a school of a different race.
At first I thought it'll be pretty easy to teach the twerps, alas, life ain't easy.
Half of them don't know exactly what I'm talking about.
Half of those half barely understand me.
My throat sometimes feel like it's being tortured.
My hand was actually throbbing today.
(from excessive smaking. words are not enough to stop those kids)
Had to stay back until 7.35 PM because the father of one of the students haven't arrived yet.
Being a teacher is not a piece of cake
when you have 40 different minds and voice pitches to handle at the same time.
One of the surprises of this job is
My high school teacher is the mother of one of my students.
I was so surprised when I met her the other day.
Apparently, she still remembers me too.
Dear God,
Give me strength to pull through this every day.
Give me the patience to make these kids understand.
Give me the will to love them.