teaching at my old school was a totally weird experience..

especially since i realise that some of the prc students are only like a year younger than me..

highlights..


i've never bothered to write "miss" in front of my name and stuff.. given my acne-fied cheeks people should assume i'm too young to be married.. so i usually just go as "ms"


first day of school.. teaching a sec 2 class..

student #1: eh.. teacher.. are you married?
me: ... why do you think i'm married..
student #1: cause you go as "ms" not "miss"
me: hm.. well do you think i'm married?
student #2: nooo...
me: and why is that? (convinced that even my 14 year old students sense that i, for some sad reason am totally unattractive to the male species..)
student #2: cause you don't wear a ring..
me: hmm.. yeah..
student #3: eh.. teacher so do you have a boyfriend?
me: (so maybe they don't think i'm such a loser after all..) er.. no.
student #4: aiyah you so old already.. you don't have one..
me: ... how old do you think i am?
student #5: twenty......
me: close..
student #5: six.
me: whaaat?
student #5: you're twenty six.
me: *Stares*
student #6: no..? ok.. then.. twenty eight.


when i was teaching them i was still 18.

and then yiting was listening in on her students gossiping about us teachers.. and they were like giving each of us titles and stuff..

i apparently have "the weirdest dress sense".. for wearing nikes with everything.. which i know is sad.. but hey i need to like climb up 5 flights of stairs to teach one class for half an hour.. scramble down 4 flights for another class.. and up 4 flights again.. which is terrible since it's the rotunda.. this long spiral staircase that looks pretty but seriously kills you when people like me are programmed to take two steps at a time..

which is bloody hard in a skirt..

but at least i wasn't named the one with the *worst* dress sense.

unfortunately that went to someone else.