tuition today. i swear i hate teaching. i really cant find that ‘overwhelming self-satisfaction from knowing that i am imparting knowledge‘ crap that people (potential teachers slash kids’ slaves) used to broadcast every now and then. but of course, no part-time job can outrival the income.
tuition beats working at delifrance hands down. if not for the money, i’d probably be happy continuing cleaning tables, sweeping, mopping, cashiering, serving dim-witted bufoons masquerading as aristocrats, and those blundering idiots aka PI who can write lengthy essays on the feedback sheet complaining about a tiny fly in the salad (probably attracted to the stench of their bodies), but simply CANNOT understand that when there is a label infront of the pastry that says $2.65, it means the pastry cost $2.65. i realised i spend a whole lot of time in my life bitching about these imbecilic customers. Damn. they dont only irritate me, they waste my time too. but of course now and then i get wonderful customers that i dont mind slaving and smiling so much till my face muscles cramped up.
ok, back to tuition. i have this pri 2 kid. i dread each time i have to meet him cos sometimes ..this is me being all smart and snooty…he’s such an idiot. i think, at times, if he had like some medical check up on his colon or smth, the doc will discover his tiny brain lodged inside his ass. seriously! he cant seem to understand things like more than, less than, in total…Aaargh. and the saliva! he salivates everytime he open his mouth, i think that if i put a bowl under his chin, he can use all that water to clean his ass. and find his brain after he cleans his ass.
BUT, no matter how i try to nurture this hatred for him or criticize him till the cows come home, the moment i sit beside him, i cant help but smile. this kid, brings alot of laughter to my life. and for that short one and a half hours, i actually truly care about him. i actually worry for his studies, worry about his health, feel his excitement and joy every rare time he solved a problem sum accurately. once, while trying to do a mental sum, he actually fell asleep with his tiny head leaning against the back of that tall chair. i just sat there, staring at him, amazed at how i felt so compassionate, almost sisterly. of course, i’ll bitch about him to my parents and friends and still dread every tuesday and thursday. but im glad, that every now and then, the devillish bitch inside me will take a time out and let me experience these moments…ok, liking him doesnt change the fact that i still think he is an idiot. i will try my best to help him tho. i still hate teaching.
[confessed, but not reformed]
