f8 show thy force

last day of school! i am feeling quite sad because it's rg and i've been there for so long it's almost like i'm back home again. the people in the staff room are really nice though unlike the math dept people, i don't have teachers buying food back for me but i don't mind. i've survived 4 years of rg food, a few more months of it isn't going to kill me.

this week alone, i've taken more photos, eaten more cake than i have in a very long while. so i have decided to have this whole entry of photos which chart my days in rg. a picture is worth a thousand words so i'll have a thesis written on rg by the end of the entry.

something i drew when i was marking the commonwealth essays. it wasn't that ugly at first but evee suddenly decided to give it a silly looking hat, collar and some dinky looking buttons. plus the ears she drew were pretty ugly, so it ended up looking quite stupid

my table before the avalanche of worksheets took place. and i think it was a couple of days before my btt because i was mugging my basic theory book.


first of the funny notes. it was given to denise when i was off to my fac scholarship interview

the second of the funny notes. i suspect it was a desperate attempt at damage control. the bottom of the note was highlighted and it was some weird quote on friendship, "When You Find Yourself A Good Friend, Remember to Treasure This Good Friend, Always." relevance?


notice the essay on the right, that's the usual length of normal foolscap paper. then take a close look at the one on the left, that's modified foolscap paper courtesy of a certain group in 308. it's the same group behind the funny notes.

the war zone that was my table during the marking of the tests. actually, i straightened out my table before the pic was taken. this was when i had arranged everything into stacks already. i need to be more organized.

ora! i was most amused when i saw this monkey. guess who

RBD. i wanted to take a picture of the poster that had the three hearts and the word "shuai" written on it but someone removed it before i had a chance too. i was quite o.o because i've never seen such an outright display of liking for a teacher before. didn't kope the one of wentworth for rachel but i'll get it for you when i go back, fret not.

oh and RBD on fri was a most embarrassing reminder on why i went to rj and not hc.

took this pic because someone told me that i had to take a photo of my classes hard at work for open house. specifically told them not to pose but look at the 2 jokers in the centre block.

the card thingie 301 made for me. i promise i will make multiple copies of it, wallpaper my hostel room with it, stick it in my wallet and on my mirror, and i will spend 1 minute of silence in front of it in utmost reverence daily. too bad i didn't get a picture of the cake before those barbarians in 301 started attacking the cake most mercilessly. next time when you eat cake can you please use forks or serviettes? the school sent you people to shatec for a very good reason.

and please don't ever be so obvious again. sending people to tell me that anxious parents wanted to see me for spm was pretty good but it was just plain strange when i saw two frantic looking monkeys running sprinting down the corridors to stall me in front of the staff room. then the human wall in front of the class just gave it away. and can anyone tell me the name of the prefect who refused to come to my rescue? silly girl didn't believe i was a teacher.


the cakes 304 bought for everybody. they were yummy while they lasted. the beehoon and the agar agar were good too.



the very pretty card. i am too lazy to upload more photos so ya.


the shirt! i seriously thought it was a nice shirt and was prepared to wear it but someone told me that all the words were prolly written in zig marker so i'll just have to find a ziplock bag to put it into.

the party was quite odd with the 3 rts standing aside talking while the rest just whacked the food. actually we would have happily joined in as students but because we're teachers it just felt super weird to join in. then i got frigging sabo-ed into some photo taking bonanza as if the silly class photo-taking thing was not enough. i had my classic deer-in-the-headlights look on my face while the class laughed la. wah lau thanks ah, you lot.


the cake the sec 3 el dept bought for me. or rather, what remained of the cake before si hui and her hungry bunch of friends descended upon it. it was delicious but after having cake for the past few days it just got damn jelat.



the present the sec 3 el dept got for me. they bought me a card too and the contents were pretty funny.


other presents.

and i shall have to end my super long post now. it's been wonderful teaching at rg and i'm actually seriously considering a career in teaching even if it is not particularly glam and the pay isn't that enticing and the students are -.- at times.

to my classes:

hello you monkeys. and hello to those whom i do not teach but have found my blog because a certain person *coughsamanthacough* told people about it. yes, i will try not to miss you too much. yes, i will come back to visit. yes, i'll remember your faces, as for those whose faces were usually plastered to the table, i'll try insert a face to your name. no, i'm not dead yet so please don't write stuff like "you will be dearly missed" because i certainly do not look forward to an early demise.

didn't have time to make a speech in class nor did i want to because i do not enjoy awkward silences and speeches tend to create just that.

work hard and play hard, no don't snort at this part please. you can make time for play every now and then, just give up searching for info on teachers you'll probably have loads more time *sneezekexinsneeze*. 15 is a good age to be because you can still wreck havoc and get away with it.

don't ever let time smooth out your edges. don't let the strange stares of people stop you from belting out silly songs in the middle of the school corridors, at most you just stare back and say "look what look? kiam pa ah?!". don't think that all that matters in a job is the income because it doesn't. don't let the overly pragmatic worries of others smother your dreams. last but not least, don't think your teacher is stupid. she knows what you're doing under your table, she just doesn't want to say it.

if you want to do other subjects' work in class, do it discreetly. if you want to eat without permission, do so discreetly. if you want to look at your teacher's blog right before she enters the classroom, do it discreetly. and if you want to talk about your teacher, do it discreetly please.

okay, filiae melioris aevi. goodnight and good luck

ps: rg girls work fast. i've received a friendster invitation from another one already. scary