So the answer for the previous post is C and D.
Going back to school, as in as a teacher (damnit) got me wrapped up in a whole bunch of things to figure out, especially my kids.
And when I was about to blog my miserable first week, the internet was sort of effed for a couple of days which felt like OH MY GOD ETERNITY! I played Plants Vs Zombies 8 hours straight in one of those dreadful days. And yeah, I beat those motherfucking zombies.
So now I'm back. Let's see, what happened during the first two weeks of 2011.
I went back to work. Damn, that still doesn't sound right in my ears. Usually I'll be on a plane feeling miserable going back to college. But now I have to go to work. All children grow up. Yada yada.
I was prepared though. In fact, I already had in mind what I would teach my form 5 classses, as we would normally carry forward our previous year's class.
BUT NO. THAT JUST DON'T HAPPEN TO THE NEW KID.
I only retained my science class, and I got new Form 4 classes. And as the new kid in school, of course I'd get the worst class. And the second worst class. Yay.
But then I thought, it's gonna be a new year, new slate and I'm brimming with optimism - and I was pretty sure I won't see my retarded kids from my last year's Form 3 class 'coz they'd definitely go to the technical and vocational school, and half of them would drop out.
The only thing that drop was my face.
There they were, with their cheeky smiles and eager-to-destroy-my-lesson-and-self-esteem faces. Optimism had packed her bags and told me to go fuck myself.
The only thing I was grateful for was that Paper Eating Boy isn't in my class. But the Writing Rude Words About Me On His Exam Paper Boy (whom I tear it right in front of him) is. An eye for an eye, he already tore my work that I gave him this week. Next week he'll be standing outside my class for an hour. And for the next English classes till he apologises. Even if it's going to take a year. Two, if I'm taking that damn class again next year.
The past few days since school started, I've been staring into space, figuring out how to teach this awesomely bad class. And every method has failed so far. Not even JUST a drawing and colouring activity (they are the arts class for Pete's sakes). How awesomely bad you ask? Spelling five as fiev, two as tow and four as fore. Your six month old baby cousin would probably fare better.
But I'm not giving up yet. Sooner or later I'll figure out something. In the meantime, I just have to restrain myself from tasing their brains out till they pee blood. Yes, I do have a taser. Given by the boyfriend as self defense. But in this case, it seemed quite the opposite.
Ok, nuff bout my Work Sucks topic.
How goes my new year' resolution?
To pass my SPP interview - It seems like I'm the only one who didn't get the interview that's commencing this month when EVERYONE is feeling nervous and clueless. Insert F word here.
To make more money - I passively promoted myself as a tutor on my Students Only Facebook...and a couple of students took bait!
To have flawless skin - I hate that The Body Shop doesn't work on me.
To go to the gym regularly - I only went once this year. There was no transport - there's always somebody who needs to use the car for a less vain reason. And no I'm not making excuses.
To not use plastic bags when shopping - I bought a cute reusable bag for shopping and I did use it once. I hate that I look like a complete dork when the cashier refused to put my stuff in my own bag and that I have to do it myself. But baby steps. Baby steps.
To go to New Zealand - Think so far I'm doing good in the saving money department. I hardly bought any new clothes, even during last Christmas, and it's better if I don't go to KK ever. Ever. Till I'm on the plane to Christchurch.
To be an awesome teacher - Can I add Sadistic Bitch From Hell to that?
So yeah. That's about it.
It's gonna be one helluva ride.
Oh by the way, the only thing that was able to cheer me up was this site: