today was not my last day.
written: 5:55 p.m. on Friday, May. 13, 2005

Okay, my last day is actually next Monday. Screw this! There was apparently some communication break down or whatever so...yeah.

So I was almost finished with the GP marking when I realised that there's someone in the Arts class who didn't submit an essay. How nice. The lesson with them today was like...half of me wanted to say "fuck the stupid module and let's talk about American Idol", but the other half of me realised that I couldn't because there were Science students at the back and a kid from another Arts class who probably wouldn't appreciate it. As someone who thought GP classes were a magnificent waste of time, I totally understand why they think that singing into a Creative MP3 player is more fun and interesting than doing some crappy thingy on Singapore's biomedical industry. I mean, when I was looking through the module and saw that I was like, "Shit, I have to read these articles?!" And when I did read the articles? It almost killed me.

I mean, I really don't give a rat's ass about Singapore's biomedical industry. Do whatever you want; just stop restricting the supply of specialists because I hate paying two hundred bucks to see one when I can see a specialist in Taiwan for a lot less. Medical costs here are atrociously expensive, and usually it's the middle class who feels the pinch the hardest, but let's not get into this right now; I can't really be arsed, to be honest.

So I had to do a small lecture thing on contextual clueing with one of the Science classes today, and by the end of it, my throat felt like it was dead. Teaching is so not my thing. And some guy came in like, after one period, to which I said, "Wow, you've broken my record!"

"What record?" he asked.

"Late for GP record," I answered. "Mine was twenty minutes, and yours was half an hour!"

So he told me that he was held up by some teacher who was berating him for his unkempt uniform, and then hastily added, almost like an after-thought, that he had a stomachache.

Riiiight. Earlier on somebody told me that he was in the computer lab playing Warcraft so there you go. And when I was speaking myself hoarse trying to explain how contextual clueing works, that dude was just sitting there staring at his paper and not writing anything down. This is rich, for when I asked him what the meaning of 'devastating' is, he was like, "Soothing?"

Help me. I don't know how real teachers do it and I'm definitely not doing this for a living.

Anyway, I marked two really good GP essays last night and I was so pleased to read something good and not a complete insult to my intelligence that I gave A1's for both. I don't know if the marks are too high but I'll let Mr. Kok sort that out. I think they deserved it though, those two essays. The question was, "'To ensure peace, it is vital to prepare for war.' To what extent is this justifiable?" A lot of people did this and only those two got it right. The rest of them spent most of their essays talking about other measures to ensure peace and many people did not seem to get the difference between preparing for war and waging a war. It's sad, it is.

Something interesting happened when I was going home. My mom came to pick me up as usual, and we were a few metres away from the schoolgate when my handphone rang. So obviously I answered and it was Clarence, my 2004 civics tutor's son with whom I've become pretty well-acquainted. He was like, "Look behind you." So I looked behind and saw that he was driving the car behind ours. He asked me to ask my mom if she wanted to race (like, what the hell?!) and even though I said that she didn't want to, he still overtook us and he was ahead most of the time.

When we (his car and ours) were about to get off the highway by making a left turn towards Bukit Batok road or whatever it's called, he did something that was pretty crazy. So he was driving on the third lane from the left; normal people tend to inch closer towards the left if they're intending to exit from the left. But is Clarence a normal person? Apparently not! He waited until he almost missed the exit and then cut through about three lanes to get to the exit, hence making himself a safety hazard to all. When my mom saw that she was like, "He's crazy!"

Haha. But it was funny though.

Man I wanna do Law and English at Cambridge. Another relief teacher my age at Jurong Junior who was from HCI (she knows you Ruishan!) is doing English and Education at Cambridge. She got 4A's and an A2 and she was in HC's Humanities Programme.

Fuck my life.

before sunrise // before sunset


Previously:
- - Tuesday, Aug. 29, 2017
I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010
In all honesty - Tuesday, Jul. 06, 2010
What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010