bleahhh;
the last hurrah
& Friday, September 1
happy teachers' day. none of you read this, which is perfect. i wanted to prepare something. studying tv eating sleeping is the life, so by the time i decided to get down to it, it was 6 hours to assembly.
i wonder if you guys cringe when you read the messages we write. are you appalled by the insincerity(it really isnt actually)? we drive you up the wall everyday, yet suddenly sing to a different tune on thirtyfirst august.
i wonder if you keep the little letters in boxes, and years from now when you're moaning over your depleting CPF, do you look at them? 'ahh i remember this one, irritating and noisy'
i wonder if you look at your friend's desk beside yours, looking to see if you had received more cards, bigger (oh they are so embarrassing) presents.
thank yall. sometimes i get the impression that school teachers are so detached, so cold-blooded. but that's wrong. four overseas trips is sufficient evidence (i am so blessed). this year brought along with it many opportunities to see you guys in better light. i've seen you in jeans, seen you in spectacles. heard the story of your mum scolding you from eating too many papayas. heard the story of your dislodged jaw. sat next to you in the spiderman ride, you make weird noises. i've seen you cry. i've seen you both giving money, and much more than that. you told us your love story. someone remind me, how long did we wait for you two to arrive? you got lost, and for once you needed students to show you the way. in times of sorrow, we were together. in times of anger, you yelled and we listened. in times of laughter, we teased and you listened. we laughed together. we rush to your class, we do not like to be scolded. we stroll to your class, you are later than us. everytime we realise you are lecturing, we sit right in front to show our love and support. when you are lecturing, we dare not not go. when you are lecturing, we talk about skipping it the entire day, but go for it anyway. you think i am rude, but secretly i think you're pretty good, just that much satisfaction is derived from arguing. you are funny. you are boring. sir i go for spaper lecture because of you. i remember your compliments, i remember your insults. i remember your bad english. you asked us to put our handphones in the microwave oven. i think you are the best teacher ever. teachers are humans too.
i have to go study, yes good grades are not enough. character; attitude; love. i hope to do you proud.
goodbye
9:33 PM