18

It's Almost The Middle of August?!!

Wow. Time does fly very fast when you are older... Like wishing us to kick the bucket quicker so the younger people can take over. That's how I think anyway, though I prefer to live forever. From the movies; vampires, immortals who lived a very very long life were depicted to have very very boring lives too. They may travel, experiencing a lot, or just stuck inside caves for thousands of years... (I found travelling to be boring. That's why I don't like travelling far).
What the heck am I rambling about?

My pink netbook and my red wireless mouse. I can open my blog at school because we have a decent wifi in the staff room. Of course the wifi is filtered so we cannot open any other social media platform like Facebook or Instagram. Which is ok with me because my smartphone has a humongous amount of data to waste on FB and Youtube. I actually d prefer to read an actual book if I want to kill hours of my time. The smartphone isn't large enough to read comfortably. 
Why not get a tablet you say? I already have an IPad at home and I don't like to lug it around. 

This was taken on the last day of co-curriculum activity this year. The sun was shining bright and hot, and the students were required to sit in their respective clubs / societies to get their attendance. I do wished these people can move a lot faster. I am quite particular about time, and I have this tendency to look down upon tardy people.
But yesterday I heard somebody famous (and dead) quoted on tv; "Punctuality is the thief of time". 
I think its Oscar Wilde. Please rot in hell, that man.

And this is my car blocking the way to the front of the hostels before the rush.... Why? Because I just feel like it. By blocking the way, the parents had no other choice, and they will drop off their children faster, the goodbyes shorter because of the accumulating traffic behind.
(And the students never dared to ask me move my car at their parents behest)
A science teacher looks for easier ways in life.

It's exam time once again! And I am dreading to mark all that Science papers. All 88 copies, each 32 pages, by students of varied intelligence. Science and Maths... the two dreaded papers of lower secondary school. These papers are more difficult than most and to get As... it's a f**king miracle! (And that's coming from me who teaches Science!)

12

The Age of (the) Offended

Look at the picture above for a few moment s'il vous plait...
I just took the random picture above for a reason. This is about being offended at anything, anytime of the day, for no apparent good reasons.

I rarely listen to / watch talk programs on the radio or television. But yesterday, as I was driving to school, the two deejays on my favourite commute radio talked about how people got so easily annoyed at things, even the tiniest bit of stuff not even related to their well being. People are so judgmental and criticize like they are the foremost expert in everything in said topic.

My minor social experiment above, regarding the picture; Did you comment in your head about the children in the picture? Maybe the boy can smile a bit more? (Or the girl a bit less?) Why are they carrying big files? Surely the age of modernization we have smaller files or way better still, tablets for school? Hey, our Alice looks way prettier than the girl! My gosh, that boy looks way reddier than my Alex! Heck, what's with the white background? Why not display a scene in a classroom etc etc? and the comments goes on and on if we dwell a lot longer on the subject.

(BUT if you, o pure-hearted souls you did none of the above, good for you! I'd like to shake your hands and ask the secret to be a good non-judgmental human being).

Nowadays the social media is a favourite place to express our emotion (safe or not, that is not the discussion for now). You are having a nice meal, share it on Instagram! (where people may judge if it's really good or not). You just got dumped by your sh***y boyfriend (change your status to single in FB and wait for the judging masses to say boo-hoo-pity-you). You tweeted you are having the time of your life (and the judgy people may compare it to theirs). I just give some examples.

I will let this article hang because, heck, i am super offensive / offended / offending myself.
But hey! That what a teacher is for, we have THE RIGHT to judge and comment. This also goes to parents and bosses around the world. 

Heck, life will be boring if we don't talk about other people and complain!
C'est la vie :-)

12

Of Terrorism and Network of Spies


If I didn't love myself and parents well, I'd be a phenomenal crime lord.

Yes, I was born evil, and it wasn't my parents fault. Maybe the bad genes of my previous ancestors were finally distilled within me, or the cosmos decided to create an alien in human form for fun. I never said I was good, always tell people to be careful around me.

At least I warned them. It's not like I'd grow claws and rip them apart. I hold grudges... and I always get my dues. Imagine Damien 6.0.

Anyway, talking about Terrrorism... Last week three Malaysian fishermen were abducted by the coast of Sabah by three heavily armed men from the south of the Philippines... The same case happened before, some of our citizens kidnapped by the southern Philippines terrorists for ransom.

For your information, the south of Philippines is a nest of pirates, two bit freedom fighters and kidnappers. And those islands is very near to Sabah, Borneo, the eastern-most state of Malaysia.

A few years ago, several of these armed men infiltrated Sabah, killing locals and policemen in their wake. They wanted Sabah to be theirs, citing of documents and agreements from long past to validate their purpose. And the government mobilize the army and bombed them all to hell (I was surprised that we do have drone-bombs in our arsenal).

Back to the matter at hand, if we pay the ransom (millions of ringgit worth), they may return the hostages... but the vicious cycle will never end. The terrorists will buy more guns and continue rampaging and kidnapping, asking for more money. They say their cause is just, and they are desperate. But whoever knew of a righteous terrorist nowadays...

 People and places are bombed worldwide. Innocents shot by discontent madmen. Suffering, all year round, fun for the whole family! This is the age where terrorists are superstars, the news are almost incomplete without tales of death and carnage.

If it was up to me, I'd invade the south of Philippines and kill every living soul living there. And then withdrew my troop and say "Ooops! Sorry" to the Philippines government. But that may incite a war. See? The circle never ends. But diplomacy is already dead and buried.  

I am not nice, but I hate terrorism. Why? Because it may disturb my peace and sleep. Rather selfish reasons, that.

Anyway, let me tell you about yesterday's case;

A girl tweeted her picture in the afternoon during school. She was careful not to add her teachers or school friends. She thought she was clever... (bringing gadgets, phones to school is an offence)

Her friend outside the school saw the tweet, and promptly alerted a teacher about it. The teacher, who happened to be in the staff room yelled for me, showing me the uploaded tweet with picture, the damning evidence.

I instructed a couple of my prefects to bring this girl to me. It took her a long time to come (students know it is never a good thing when I call them). She was starting to evade when I asked where the handphone was, and I had not the energy to scream her to submission.

I flicked her tweet account using my own phone and showed the tweet to her (the time stamp clearly shows the upload during school hours). "Explain this." She was silent.

"Bring me the phone right now. If you refuse, it's ok. Tomorrow I shall call your parents and we shall have a meeting with the principal and vice principal of student affairs. So what shall it be?"

She relinquished her huge tablet to me immediately from her bag.

Yes, I do a lot of blackmailing. I am a terrorist too. I never said I am nice :)
 
12

The Gall of Some People @ O Great Pretenders

This morning as I was walking to the school office from my car, I heard the teacher-on-duty berating the assembled students about the incident yesterday. She said there had been SEVERAL students who had 'fallen sick' and wanted to be taken to the clinic.

Today is Thursday and tomorrow's Friday. Next week entirety is the Eid Mubarak's holiday and students may return back from this Friday evening.

As an entity born with a dark soul, I know how these naughty students think. They pretended to be sick so the good people in the clinic would give them a couple of days off and MC certificates. Then they can happily skip school much earlier than the rest, and I believe their parents are also in cahoot in this dastardly proceedings.

So as I stopped by the ranting teacher, told her to announce that if any students wished to go to the clinic today, they have to see me first. She immediately expressed my request on the PA for everybody to hear.

Now it is almost an hour after the announcement.... nobody shows up, as I predicted.

My reputation for being a thorough investigator and all round nasty person do have its merits.



This was a ferret of mine, Disco, who died last year. These photos were taken years ago when we played by the beach with some friends of mine. He was an affectionate boy from most ferrets, I could see him smiling when he was happy. 
I looked up for his pictures here in my own blog and would like to share the memory of Disco with you people :'(
12

A Teacher Walks In A Park...

[Why I work as a teacher?]
To those who knew me from the earlier years, they might find the job a bit peculiar because they expected a lot more from me - lawyer, engineer, pharmacist, serial killer, drug dealer etc. I wanted to be a teacher, and the only ones who knew were my parents.

[Seriously. Why a teacher?]
Because both of my parents were teachers. And I was fascinated when they marked the exercise books in front of me. And I was born bossy and only tolerate truth and facts from people. And I found patronizing people quite fulfilling this dark heart of mine. It's not about the money, really.

[Now you have been one for several years... How is it?]
The journey was not smooth. I got into a lot of trouble because I refused to be like everyone else. But truth be told, you ONLY remember EXTRAORDINARY teachers in school, right? I wanted to be one. Teaching is very rewarding, and as I have a black soul to begin with, it is nice to see that your students ended up successful.

[Politics in workplace. Your comment?]
I am usually my own faction, because nobody acts and thinks like me. This make me a target for war-mongers and gossipers alike. Oh, it's so much fun to attack the odd guy! I don't usually take sides, and keep my opinion to myself. But this has changed as I grow older, now I would expressed myself rather loud everywhere.

[What's your favourite activity in class?]
Other than teaching and belittling people? Maybe storytelling with students. I told them about the goode-olde-dayes, and what I did then. They found my stories genuinely fascinating because I did things few normal people would (will not divulge this to you for security measure). There is always a moral in my story, not just empty talk, and they remember my stories way better than the actual lesson I taught them!

[So you are truly happy with the job?]
Truth be told, I am a bit unhappy with the direction the education this country is heading. But as I am a lowly teacher, I will try to obey as much as I can.

And this was taken this morning during the mentor-mentee session. I (black shirt) was sitting way back with six of my students. (We can use the classroom but I was lazy to climb the stairs, naturally). We talked about their academic accomplishments and how to improve. I think I talked a lot of nonsense because I was unhappy with somebody earlier but the students seemed ok with their venting teacher. I am only alien, ok!

12

I Lost A Prefect

This happened for a few months already but I just knew the full detail yesterday afternoon...

I have a group of 55 prefect students under me in school. The number of boy prefects are significantly less than the girls. (Add your sexist commentary here). I found out that girls are more proactive and the boys are lazier. Still, they all needed to be prodded with a hot glowing stick (read a lot of yelling) to have the job done.

Anyway, I did lost a boy. He is 14 and from the last class of his batch. I chose him not because of his intellect, but his ability to follow order. (Come to think of it, 'following MY order' is the very tenet to be in my crew. I run my outfit like the mafia). He was likable enough, sometimes spouting unnecessary commentary when nobody is asking, but rarely rude. To tall for his age and not really good looking to stop the flow of traffic.

He lived with his uncle and aunt, as his own parents are serving time in jail for some unknown crime (unknown because I don't make it a crusade to ask too much to fill my pretty head). The relatives sent him to stay at the hostel in school, and they admitted to me that the boy was a handful much earlier because of the state of his family; too much freedom and less supervision = the making of a monster. Fortunately for the boy and his guardians, we are able to curb any negative vibes from him, and he stays and study with the rest of the students quite normally.

Until a couple of months ago....  

During a weekend where the students were able to go back to their respective homes, his mother showed up at his uncle's house. She expressed the desire to meet her long lost son, and maybe take him out for dinner for awhile. The boy's uncle and aunt were hesitant at first, yet they obliged when the woman pleaded and promised to return the boy back after the meal. The boy left with his mother and that was the last time his uncle and aunt saw him.

His uncle told me that the mother took the boy to meet his father and then the entire family traveled quickly to an undisclosed address in the capital city, a couple of hundred km away. Yes, the convict parents kidnapped their own son from his legal guardians. And one of the atrocities his parents did earlier was SELLING their own children. (Adoption is rather normal everywhere in the country, and most of these adoptions are unofficial, without legal document exchange and is all about trust. But selling children @ human trafficking is another ball in the park. heck, It belongs in another stadium, preferably in prison). The boy initially had another 3 younger brothers. Now he is the only one left.

The school was free from any legal fuss because the abduction(?) happened when the boy was under his guardians' care. But I lost a man (boy) and I asked the vice principal of students affair what we can do. He said we cannot do anything as this is a custody battle, where the school has no say.

The boy hasn't attend a school yet (I expected him not attend at anytime anywhere in the future, having irresponsible parents like that). And he was happy. He told his friends via phone text messages about that state of being. I told his friends that I send my 'good luck to you' wish, sarcastic like and hope he would not end up like his fabulous parents.

I need to find a replacement... and this week alone 18 students lined up to be my new prefects.

Life goes on.
12

School Holidays Is Already Halfway @ I am That Lazy Updating My Post, ha!

The midyear school holiday is already at the end of the first out of its two weeks. I was busy doing things a teacher should properly do during his free time, like sleeping, playing video games, a bit of reading, and more sleeping. Time surely fly so fast when you are slumbering like a hibernating bear in your own cold dark bedroom (thanks to the new air-conditioning set I bought at the end of the El Nino heat spell). I got pics to show you people!
And the picture above is of last week's Friday, after school, before the students are allowed to go back for their holiday. The Principal and Vice Principal had a lot of things to say to everybody, mostly reminders to pay this and do that. The fasting month, Ramadan will be here soon and everybody should be prepared for it. The school will be emptied of all, except...

These students still stayed until Sunday for extra class. I got a slot to teach them Science on Sunday morning and I stayed at the hostel the night before because I was the warden on duty. The hostel was a lot quieter when more than half of the students were absent.  
Students was required to wear collared shirts because it was 'proper'. Truthfully I don't care what they wear to class unless I don't like that piece of clothing. And when I don't like it....I'll take it away. Yes, even the shirt on your back that instant (they had to borrow from friends who wear double layered shirts). I keep the confiscated shirts at home and use them as floor rags. 

And this is me teaching that Sunday morning.... A colleague took this pic as evidence of my attendance, and for filing too (the digital age where everything is online).
I rarely use the white/blackboard, forcing them to follow me using their minds instead. I believe if a student's head is in tune with his teacher, he got a bright future ahead. 
Anyway, about not using the whiteboard thing, this made me infamous in my previous school where certain teachers accused me of being lazy and irresponsible. But hey, say whatever you want but my students got better marks from the others'.
In this present school, no badmouthing happens because I am now the senior Science teacher and my method is proven to have impact :)    

And this is my car, being serviced at 70, 589 km. I should have serviced it earlier but I waited until the school holidays. This is the 6th year I have this car and I am happy with the purchase.
I call my car WereTiger because it has a tiger logo :P
Anyway, after the oil change, the service operator upgraded / updated my car's software. (Apparently, this is A THING! I was surprised because I only think computers and handphones can be upgraded like that). Now my car got the MKII upgraded software and it is now 15-20% more powerful (without using more fuel)
Now go and see if your car can be updated too. 

And this here is my latest purchase. A rather small bike with small wheels... And hey, it can be folded!
My doctor said I need to do some exercise and as I don't like running or lifting things, I do like cycling. I wanted a small folding bicycle because 1) it can be transported in my car if I want to cycle elsewhere further 2) it is easier to keep inside the house, to prevent theft 3) it looks so damn cool, hahaha! It is worth the price, I googled the rest of the planet for the price of the same bike, and I paid less for it too here :)

p.s.
- How was your weekend / holiday?
   
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