Sunday, November 28

Reflections of a 2nd Year Teacher

adapted from 3dartgallery.org
When I first cum... to teaching, there were options available for me outside of teaching / government. I was also aware that the window of opportunity would slowly close as I age & younger more qualified infants saturated the workforce.
However, with deep conviction, I made a decision to commit the first 5 years of my professional life to be a teacher in a government school anywhere in the country.
When I say commit, I meant it. I was going to bust my a$$ teaching no matter what my circumstance; be it in the middle of nowhere a thousand miles from home or working with hopeless & fruitless Neanderthals or teaching leaping yelling brainless chimps. I wanted to see whether I was any good at teaching & whether I enjoyed it.

Two years down this overly trodden road, I find that I AM good at it & I DO enjoy teaching!
Maybe it's because I've busted my a$$ so bad pushing homework & hustling in the classrooms that a little bit of it seeps into their minuscule hard skulls.
Maybe my gangsta attitude & the big-a$$ piece I carry around with me makes the minions afraid of me & follow my orders lest I bust a cap in their a$$es with my piece. ('piece' is gangsta for 'rotan'.)
Maybe there is such a lack of talent & competition in the teaching profession that my limited abilities give me a sky-high advantage.
Or maybe I've been at it so long, I've gone loony like many other teachers in Malaysia & cant really tell the difference.

Since I'm so good at it & I enjoy it so much... perhaps I should make teaching my life's work?
After all, isn't it the noble profession where you make millionaires but not a cent for yourself?
That's right. The remuneration is lacking & the prestige is missing. Also, just like any other relationship, the excitement might dwindle as the years go by...
Then again, I can compensate through corruption, tuition, joining competitions & etc.

I am very positive about staying as a teacher in the long run but I am not confident of being in the government or in this country.
I know that the children need me & I love them but I wont be single & available all my life.
Once I get married & start a family, my priorities must change.
I need to find an environment where my children can thrive & my talents will be properly utilised & compensated for.

I am only almost barely halfway through my 5 year commitment so I shall not make any hasty decisions.
Meanwhile, it's more homework pushing & a$$ busting for me!
=)

Sunday, November 14

Gluteus Gloom


It's something that girls adore.
They like to feel it, grab it &, of course, smack it.
Like all good things, it comes in pairs.
You know what I'm talking about...

I was jogging on a quiet Monday afternoon when I stepped on a puddle, slipped, floated into a seated position & landed right on top of my left bum. Cold hard concrete.
What followed was pain. Lots & lots of pain. Until today.
That was when I lost the functionality of my left Gluteus Maximus.

Joni Mitchell once sang that you don't know what you've got til it's gone.
Since the incident, I've learned to appreciate my quiet & faithful buttocks more.
Can you imagine feeling pain at every waking moment?
Did you know that your glutes are involved in almost every body movement including sleep?

I couldn't sit, walk, stand or even sleep without pain.
Imagine putting your socks on in the morning sideways.
Imagine having to sit on one cheek with the support of a pillow & still feel pain.
Imagine going to see your boss & being asked to take a seat.
Do you want to know how I sat? I sat on one bum. Do you know how ridiculous that looked?
Imagine the funny looks of curiosity & students peering out of their classroom windows to look at this teacher walking like he's on stilts.
IMAGINE GOING TO THE TOILET!!!

taken from joshmeandmydoves.blogspot.com
However, I did enjoy talking about it because, like I said before, injuries are sexy.
The guys empathised while the women giggled. Both were entertained. I was the hero of the hour.
I never told the students though... didn't want to arouse them unnecessarily.
A friend with a lovely black butt once told me I was injury prone.
I guess he's right. The 4" wide & 2" thick bruise on my bum after my 4" scratch on my foot proves it.

Oh well, life goes on.
Day after day, the pain subsides. Allowing more mobility.
Today, 6 days after the injury, I am able to sit for long hours without a pillow & sleep without pain.
However, I still have to put on my socks sideways.
And one bum still looks larger than the other.




p/s: I'm going jogging again tomorrow!

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