ok i have a thousand and one things to rant about today. what's new, but yes let this be a warning - long post ahead! haha.

this should be titled The Violence of Preteens These Days or The Worthlessness of Promises Made by Preteens These Days.

so right after successfully carrying out a really good music lesson with my p2s, i was happily (this time really happily) walking up to my p6 class for art. yesterday, i had succinctly told them to bring three simple things - newspaper, drawing block and paint. and i had gotten nods, and promises and basically was reassured that i would be able to conduct my art lesson today. BUT when i saw them today, and asked, "how many of you brought your things for art?" (see i wasnt even expecting all of them to bring their things), NO ONE responded. as it turned out, none of them brought anything. like ZERO. i mean wtf seriously. is one person out of twenty alot to ask?! is a miserable piece of drawing block too cumbersome to bring to school?? especially since they had actually verbally and physically promised me that they would. i think that was one of the times in my life that i was actually TRULY loss for words. i was so pissed off at them but so completely speechless i couldnt even scold them. and i didnt know what to do, (i mean what kind of art can you do with NO MATERIALS?! to tell the truth, i even wonder if they have pencils. they totally look the type that only carry a single pen to school) so i told them to take out their work to do. and they had the freaking cheek to tell me that they had nothing to do and they were very bored. ARGH. i was having a thousand heart attacks inside me ok. and here's where the violent part kicks in. being so bored, they started beating each other up, re-enacting the 9-oclock show (which was pretty damn retarded), attempting to jump over TWO freaking chairs, brandishing their scissors at each other etcetc. and they are all so freaking big, it was hard to seperate them and get them back to their seats. seriously man, my patience has worn THIN with that class. they are really in a class of their own, with unmatched shamelessness in their actions.

THEN, i had to go back to that same aggressive p5 class i took last week. (omg come to think of it, my timetable today is completely the same as last wed 0.0) that class has some MAJOR issues with one of the boys in that class. such to the extent that i had to take him aside and settle his issues with each of his classmates ONE BY FREAKING ONE. i basically talked myself dry for a whole one hour. sprouting those cliched sermons like 'how would you feel if someone kept calling you stupid and stupid over and over again and blah blah blah'. i was quite on the roll actually hahah. and you know, after much persuasion and everything, they actually shook hands and promised to lay off that poor boy and EVERYTHING. and for the next two periods that i was with them, things were pretty alright. then, they broke off for mother tongue, while i took my well-deserved one hour break. when i got back, it was like i hadnt even wasted an hour of my life talking to them. it was back to freaking square one. i mean i dont get it. if you dont like someone, why do you freaking have to keep talking to him and disturbing him and including him in every damn minute of your life?! WHY damnit WHY?! it's a miracle i survived the day man seriously.

and although i'm increasingly starting to feel that i'm a damn shitty teacher, let me first just say that these two classes are actually taken by one, the discipline master, and two, this damn fierce female teacher who i've honestly never seen smile. so while i suck, it's not just on my part!

and in continuity of this topic of violent preteens, there was some major drama going on in my exform class yesterday. apparently, one of the boys just went mad. first, he slapped one of the boys right in the face so hard that he actually left a handprint on his face. and since he had a mechanical pencil in his hand, he conveniently turned to another boy and stabbed him in the neck with it. and finally, to top it ALL off, he grabbed another boy by the collar so hard that the button popped out. 0.0 he is freaking 9 years old and very skinny and small sized and he always used to cry alot in my class. i NEVER EVER in my wildest dreams would have thought he would have been capable of doing such things. and i'm not even exaggerating any of it. i saw the poor boy who got stabbed in the neck today and there was a wound right there. i'm so horrified man.

ok. that concludes my essay on preteens. haha. other random bits of today. the char quay teow was freaking good today. one teacher gave me 20cents. another gave me a chocolate. it rained so much i couldnt go home. so for an hour i sat in the canteen miserably watching the rain go down before finally deciding to call a cab because i couldnt stand it anymore. and it still hasnt stopped raining!