the word stressed doesnt even cut it anymore.

third week. the first 5day week.

monday. unruly kids back from the weekend. they just dont get it. i dont get it either. it's just me they wont listen to. i got stressed today again. felt like quitting and yadayada. but then right, it dawned on me. why quit? might as well wait to get fired right. cos at least that way i'll have something to do and get paid while i'm at it. so whenever i feel like quitting, i'll quit mentally but not physically. got damn pissed off with my stupid math class. all of them are pests. ALL OF THEM MAKE MY BLOOD BOIL. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THE RUDE BRATS! i sent out three boys, one of which attempted to jump off the railing, two of which sulked outside. thank goodness their math isnt too shabby. so even though we've barely had proper lessons, their homework is still quite well done and i dont feel like i'm screwing up too badly.

ANYWAY. i declare one of my p1 music classes the best looking class ever. haha. for the boys at least. every single one of them ARE SO CUTE. and they're really enthusiastic even though the lesson was seriously pretty damn lame. great way to end my day :) can't say the same for tomorrow and wednesday. BOTH OF WHICH I END WITH THE DAMN MATH CLASS. BOTH OF WHICH ARE ALSO MY MOST PACKED DAYS. DAMN I HATE THE MIDDLE OF THE WEEK.

oh and one thing i really really hate is people coming up to me TIME AND TIME AFTER AGAIN. i dont have the patience or tolerance for it everyday when i have 40 other people to give attention to. and also stupid people who keep trying my patience time and time again just for the fun of it. it really aint cute so quit it man.

omg what's wrong with me. i feel psychotic. probably sound psychotic. I AM NOT PSYCHOTIC.