cher
that's what i go by now. i've been christened a lot of things in my life, some of them downright rude and totally senseless, but for now i can add 'cher' to this queer list.
and just to clear the possible mix up: it's pronounced cher as in tea-cher, not cher as in the amazingly youthful-looking 60 year old diva whom is believed to be able to survive a nuclear holocaust with her not so youthful-looking counterparts, the cockroaches. i mean that woman has been around since 1946 and she looks like britney spears.
since i started my new job as a teaching assistant at a tuition centre, life has been pretty busy. from 2 in the afternoon to half past 9 in the evening on weekdays and 9:30 till 4 in the afternoon on sundays, i'm at the centre, either hammering away on the keyboard preparing notes, sorting out worksheets and files, preparing for a class or, of course, teaching.
this teaching gig is really tiring. and i mean exhausting. it's not one of those things that you feel bit by bit, gradually reaching its climax after some time; it hits you right at the end, when you're signing out for the day and making your way to the lift. kinda feels like a sandbag just landed on your shoulders and you want to drop with its weight.
plus i'm teaching subjects that i'm not totally comfortable with: english to primary and secondary school kids. when i was first given this god awful news i was totally disheartened. i was all geared up to spew knowledge on algebra, differentiation, radian measure, the alimentary canal, homeostasis, ions, chemical balancing, alkanes, alkenes, forces, radiation, electricity onto those kids so fast and quick, that they wouldnt know what hit them. instead, i had to fish out an english book and hurriedly had to research the use of past participles in sentences. it was a drag at first.
my first english class was a bunch of primary 6 kids and i have to say that i really enjoyed myself. it was really fun teaching those kids new words and skills and all that jazz. i also have a secondary writing class, a secondary two english comprehension class and a secondary one english comprehension class which, in fact, i just had earlier this evening. teaching these kids and these subjects are actually not so bad and pretty fun. i can actually have a decent discussion with them about the day's topic. and to be re-introduced to their level of thinking, from my perspective, is really eye-opening. i really look forward to these classes.
of course, life is not all primrose paint and daisy fields. i do have two primary three english classes (i know... primary three...) that are extremely draining. the kids are like energiser bunnies; they start but it's anybody's guess when they'll stop. you really have to keep up with them and yet, still ensure that you dont fall behind the schedule.
in class there is no time to feel tired. it's always go go go, and that's probably why the fatigue comes in one blow at the end of the day, after all the adrenaline that keeps you going breaks down. but i have to say, that teaching is really entertaining (i wanted to say satisfying, but then i realised that i have nothing to be satisfied about... yet), and this is only english. can you imagine if i start teaching biology or science in a school? it's gonna be so (tiring) much fun.
that's what i go by now. i've been christened a lot of things in my life, some of them downright rude and totally senseless, but for now i can add 'cher' to this queer list.
and just to clear the possible mix up: it's pronounced cher as in tea-cher, not cher as in the amazingly youthful-looking 60 year old diva whom is believed to be able to survive a nuclear holocaust with her not so youthful-looking counterparts, the cockroaches. i mean that woman has been around since 1946 and she looks like britney spears.
since i started my new job as a teaching assistant at a tuition centre, life has been pretty busy. from 2 in the afternoon to half past 9 in the evening on weekdays and 9:30 till 4 in the afternoon on sundays, i'm at the centre, either hammering away on the keyboard preparing notes, sorting out worksheets and files, preparing for a class or, of course, teaching.
this teaching gig is really tiring. and i mean exhausting. it's not one of those things that you feel bit by bit, gradually reaching its climax after some time; it hits you right at the end, when you're signing out for the day and making your way to the lift. kinda feels like a sandbag just landed on your shoulders and you want to drop with its weight.
plus i'm teaching subjects that i'm not totally comfortable with: english to primary and secondary school kids. when i was first given this god awful news i was totally disheartened. i was all geared up to spew knowledge on algebra, differentiation, radian measure, the alimentary canal, homeostasis, ions, chemical balancing, alkanes, alkenes, forces, radiation, electricity onto those kids so fast and quick, that they wouldnt know what hit them. instead, i had to fish out an english book and hurriedly had to research the use of past participles in sentences. it was a drag at first.
my first english class was a bunch of primary 6 kids and i have to say that i really enjoyed myself. it was really fun teaching those kids new words and skills and all that jazz. i also have a secondary writing class, a secondary two english comprehension class and a secondary one english comprehension class which, in fact, i just had earlier this evening. teaching these kids and these subjects are actually not so bad and pretty fun. i can actually have a decent discussion with them about the day's topic. and to be re-introduced to their level of thinking, from my perspective, is really eye-opening. i really look forward to these classes.
of course, life is not all primrose paint and daisy fields. i do have two primary three english classes (i know... primary three...) that are extremely draining. the kids are like energiser bunnies; they start but it's anybody's guess when they'll stop. you really have to keep up with them and yet, still ensure that you dont fall behind the schedule.
in class there is no time to feel tired. it's always go go go, and that's probably why the fatigue comes in one blow at the end of the day, after all the adrenaline that keeps you going breaks down. but i have to say, that teaching is really entertaining (i wanted to say satisfying, but then i realised that i have nothing to be satisfied about... yet), and this is only english. can you imagine if i start teaching biology or science in a school? it's gonna be so (tiring) much fun.
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