Thursday, January 22, 2009 ♥
ive been doing relief gigs for this week starting monday.
it is so tiring.
and i almost lost my voice shouting.
i dont think i want to be a full time teacher.
and i quite like teaching pri6.
because they dont cry as much as other pri students.
and today,there was a parent who came to the GO.
seems like the class i was reliefing yesterday had this boy who was injured.
see,after i took the class for pe,the boy came to me saying he was pushed.
he showed a slight scratch on his arm to me.
i called upon those who were involved,made them apologize to each other.
for the rest of the day,they were fine,playing with each other even though i told them not to.
so to my horror,when i walked to the GO,the principal talked to me in front of the parent.
the boy had bruises on his legs.
she said he was kicked.
but i only know that he fell down.
i told my side of the story,i said the boy didnt tell me about the bruises at all.
and the principal said about me being relief and not having much experience in dealing with the students.
she told me how i should send students down to the GO should they misbehave.
i went back to the staffroom with my heart crushed.
and i was only 730am and i had a lot more hours to go.
i stared at the desk given to me,thinking about what happened.
i was at my low point.
i went into class at 8.
reliefed the class with the boy inside.
and some complained to me how the boy is disturbing them.
i feel as if in front of his parent,the boy would behave as if he's a holy angel.
but behind them,they know nothing about his rough ways.
as i prepared to sign off for the day,a lady told me to not take it to heart about the early days thing.
i smiled and said thank you.
i cant help wonder why the students are not being respectful to me in terms of listening to my instructions.
but should another teacher enter the class,they'd be so quiet.
i feel as if the teacher would look at me and know i cant control a class.
and maybe feedback at the GO about my inexperience.
and maybe the GO wont employ me anymore.
why does this kind of thing happen to me constantly?
this sucks.
i taught malay today and i spoke like an indonesian.
i even sneaked a call to izzati to ask if kumpulan is a penjodoh bilangan.
clearly,i do not deserve the A2.
i wasnt even sure about the pri6 imbuhan.
it was like sec school work.
