Reason for my Disappearance: The aliens were here and they took me up for those little experiments...

Alrite alrite its been some time since I last blogged and I guess there isnt any entertaining enough reason I could throw up except for the past 2 days had me down at a language centre being a Teacher.

Yep, those who know me have heard my crowing for this 'dream' profession since eternity. Chanced upon an ad seekin relief english teacher at this language centre. Sent in my resume I did and got it for 2 days.

I was assigned two classes to teach. First class: secondary level, made up of teens to young adults. Most were from China who had the ability to understand me when I converse in English but had real diffculty when it comes to communicating in it. I notice they pronouce the 'v' as 'w'. Vanished was wanished. It seemed they couldnt or somehow was afraid? To have the upper teeth have whatsoever contact with the bottom lip in order to mouth the 'v'. I brought that to their attention and demostrated quite a number of times with much exeraggeration just to drive in the point. Towards end of class, my bottom lip felt funny, it was almost as if there were faint teeth imprints on them. On the whole I enjoyed myself thorougly, although it needed some getting used to at first. Walking into a sea of eyes staring at you first thing in the morning was quite nerve-racking. This is like presentation for 3 hours, a 20min break-in between of course, without written scripts and therefore no practise. I felt better as I got into the feel of things and it helped tremendously when they responded to me. I noticed I was more interested in getting to know them then getting into doing the exercise. But work has to be done of course, however, any slightest chance I could start a discussion, I would. Judging from their eagerness to participate, I would like to think they enjoyed it too.

So the first class was smooth. How difficult could the next one be? I thought looking at my time-table. Primary class was next on my schedule. Its weird but they arranged for pri 2 and pri 4 kids to be in the same class. My immediate concern was, how am I gonna spend time with one group while making sure the other group does their work or better yet, behave?

I walked into mandai when I walked in that room. They were EVERYWHERE. All lost in their little world pattering and chattering. I felt safe sitting at my seat watching them. Where was the nice bubble dream I had: Teacher lecturing and tiny small adorable hands shoot up eager to answer questions with cute smiley-u-wanna-pinch faces?
It took them quite a bit of time to register my presence and seeing a new foreign face sitting there, staring at them, may have a surprise-effect on them cos they began to settle down, traces of fear on their face. They were in shock. I was in shock.

For the next 4 hours I was there, it was like Armageddon. I was not in the best of moods having my rosy bubble burst, every little creature wanted my attention everytime, at the same time, I had difficulty hearing the sounds I was making and far left, two boys were kicking at each other's legs. Both very determined and hard-core believers that the other deserved it. I managed to bring it all under control. No sweat. Strong vocals was all you needed and roared I did. Oh well, at least things were calm at intervals before the next roar. When class ended and they march off with their little bags, most bothered to come to me and bid farewell for the day with their "bye bye teacher". Ahhh....those cute-smiley-u-wanna-pinch faces...