Of moving, again.

Yes I know I'm the pettiest person alive.

I've moved, again.

Show me some love and update your blogroll mmkay?

Of gotting the magic stick.

So in case you didn't know and was wondering, I was assigned to teach at Eunos Primary for 4 days till Friday. It's been manageable so far only because my lessons got disrupted by things like a visit to a hydroponics farm. (Side note: I was paid to go for another excursion. I'm the luckiest relief teacher around.)

But today, today I had a full day with them. Like 5 periods STRAIGHT with the same class, same bunch of clamorous little brats insistently demanding attention. During this tumultuous time however, I found the magic stick. My saviour, the holy grail: that long wooden piece of whiteboard ruler. The one that makes a tight satisfying orgasmic "piak!" capable of resonating silence. Now I am fearless. I am invincible. No more "'Cher he beat my head!" and no more little piglets relentlessly running around. I am in control. For only 5 minutes.

But I've got the magic stick. Uhuh uhuh. And unlimited ammunition of "piaks!".

Unless.. they develop some form of immunity over it. *horror theme song* Note to self: use "piak!" ammo sparingly, and only in dire circumstances.

PIAK. (Syiok I tell you..)

I received a call from them earlier and apparently, the teacher on leave decided she is on a roll and thought she might as well take another month off. So now they are offering me to join their friendly forces of teachers for a month. If they have told me yesterday, I would've said no outright but today, the magic stick has given me hope. Am I up for it? I honestly don't know. I have to give my answer by tomorrow. May the force be with me.

Of little devils from the deepest depths of hell.

This is a plea for help. To anyone who knows how to deal with children over-pampered, whiny, bratty little devils from the deepest depths of hell, please do not hesitate to come down to Eunos Primary tomorrow. I'd appreciate your help.

Of no longer being the crazy art teacher.

So my 2-and-a-half weeks stint at Bedok Green is over. Just when I was getting used to waking up early. Just when I was getting comfortable with the surroundings, the crazy antics of colleagues, the stares and "Hi 'cher!"s, the canteen food, the staff toilet which is oh-so-far away from the art room. Just when I was starting to remember names. Just when I'm getting chummy with the Heads. My time is over. Two and a half weeks is just too painfully short, but I'm happy I was given the chance. The people I meet are amazing and the inspiration I got from the art lessons is invaluable. I'm happy. :)

My week's been pretty. Dinner with Suf and Sofi can never go wrong. I love you guys. And the TPJC gang, I love you too. Have a safe trip back to Aussieland, Ais. You take care and till we meet again.

What now?

Of wimpy me.

I had a good overwhelmingly emotional cry just now over something so stupid. Was watching American Idol and saw the part where an old man got 300 signatures to petition for him to audition, even though he's too old, all for his wife, who just succumbed to her cancer two days before. So while watching him sing, I cried. And I continued crying like a little baby minutes after that scene. And all the while in my head, while I was still crying, I was trying to figure out why I'm wailing like my pet chicken died.

Haha, really it's funny. But it felt so good after that. Don't you just feel warm and fuzzy after a good cry? Like after watching a good sad story?

Yea here's to wimpy me.


P.S. I love my job.

Of real deals and good things that don't last.

I haven't been to Esplanade in a long long time and when we were there just now to have a surprise celebration for Weewee, there was a live band! Okay I know I sound like I'm more excited about the band than the party but I'm not! Honest! It is so nice to chill by the river and listen to live music. The band wasn't that bad either. Some guy named Reza Salleh from KL sang and wrote the songs. He has to go change his name but otherwise he's not bad. Go check him out.



So did I tell you guys that I love my job? I do! I love it! So what do I do, you ask? I'm relieving the Head of Art because apparently he's gotta go re-serve the nation for slightly more than two weeks. "But you don't take art!" I hear you ask. Well yea I didn't, and technically I'm not teaching. See in that school, there's only 1 permanent art teacher and yea, that's the person I'm replacing. He has, though, under him, 2 relief teachers and 1 art assistant (his aide whom he hired) to help him around the house (or school or wadeva). So my job is to help the art assistant while she takes over his teaching duties. So I'm the assistant of the assistant. How cool is that?? Okay not cool? Wait till you hear this.

So I can't teach art right, because I don't have art background and all. So what I do is to help the art assistant and sometimes the other relief teachers whenever I can, like maintaining discipline and collecting assignments and things like that. And the cool part is, I get to learn about art! I get to learn whatever is being taught, like drawing skills, how to use colour, proportions, Van Gogh, Picasso, Expressionism and cool things like that! It's like I'm getting paid to attend classes!

And my colleagues? They're not only fun to work with, but they are the real deal. Like the art assistant, she graduated from NAFA and majored in Painting and she and her dad have a gallery in Jalan Pinang and Melaka and she have sold her paintings for close to a thousand bucks each! Her dad has sold his paintings for a couple of thousand dollars! How amazing is that? They are the real deal!

And you know what, the art department is involved in this thing called the Learning Festival held next week where the students come to school and do fun stuff like paint and build sculptures and I get to facilitate and do council-ish stuff and get paid doing it!

I just feel so blessed but so sad that it's gonna be for just 2 weeks. Good things don't last do they?

Of promising things.

Things are looking good indeed. Finally I've been getting calls to relief teach. Ping Yi Secondary called this morning but apparently I can't, 'cause I've got Eunos Primary to teach. And just just now, some Head of Art person from Bedok Green Secondary called. I have a meeting with him tomorrow. Wee. Sounds promising. We'll see. Good night!