Hello there, dearies. It has certainly been a while, hasn't it? While some might think that I am busily living my idle life, well, I wasn't. I'm actually busy living someone else's life. Yep. Okay, not quite, but pretty close. And that's only half of the story. 'Tis the truth (Pardon me. I am writing under a certain HR influence!) that I was experiencing what writers know as "The Writers' Block". (To those unfamiliar with that, do Google it. If you are interested, that is!) I found that somewhat ironic as my thesis was about introducing ways for students to write better, avoiding this infamous block. No wonder I didn't get high marks for said thesis.
Back to the "living someone else's life" thing, well, it's not as you think. I don't have a dead look-exactly-alike-that-nobody-even-our-parents-can-tell-us-apart twin to avenge (King of Ambition). I didn't even go under surgery, disguising as a villain when I am actually a good guy trying to infiltrate the evil organisation (Face/Off). My life is simple (Not that it's boring, merely simple.) I am just a penniless girl, whose desperation made me search for a temp work. (Hah! As if I was THAT desperate.) Of all the temp jobs out there, I think mine pays quite high, thus my decision to work. But mind you, the work burdens are quite high too. You must have been waiting, with bated breath I'm sure, for me to reveal my job. Without further ado, I present to you, (*DRUM ROLLS*) Miss Shefa, the English teacher (My bad! I'm not English. I've never even stepped on the English land.) I am an English LANGUAGE teacher. Yes, dearies, I am a teacher. At least for three upcoming months. Sweet, isn't it?
Well, it's kinda sweet, till I met my students, a.k.a The Devil's Spawns. I'm sorry if that sounds inappropriate, but really, what would you call a bunch of the most misbehaving teenagers ever? Angels are certainly not on my list. Would take me an eternity to talk about their antics. Yes, not all, but most. Now I know why most of psychiatric patients are teachers. (If any of you who are students of mine happens to read this, maybe you aren't the ones I'm talking about. If you still think you're the ones I'm talking about, well, I love you still.) Crazy, yes, but I do love my students. In my own way. I believe that there's good in everyone. But yeah, my students constantly try my patience.
To my dearest teachers, now I know how you felt back then.
I sincerely apologize.
I sincerely apologize.
(What's the relation of all these and living someone else's life? I am substituting a teacher who went on a maternity leave for three months. Ergo, I am substituting her every single job. Homeroom teacher etc, Meetings [ugh!] etc.)
The one thing that makes me persevere is the thought of the money I'll get by the end of it all. (Besides all those 'cute' teenagers, of course!) I can imagine all the books, the clothes, the shoes, the EVERYTHING I can buy with all the money, . (In fact, I am getting all ahead of myself and made a list of things I'm buying when I got paid. What?! That's a motivation!) At the end of the day, I will be the happiest person on Planet Earth. At least for a couple of months. So, dearies, do wish me well. I still have months in front of me. Cheers to all teachers!
