This looks like my desk @ 3am this morning. Those papers include SA1 essays and revision papers by 2H. YES.. i freaking marked till 3am.. why did i torture myself? i dunno too.. i just noe i still got one more hectic week of madness for me to brave through next week.. and after tt, it's rushing to keying in of results!! omg.. TERM 2 is MADNESS!
and why this sickly picture? no no .. not me.. i am healthy (keeps fingers crossed) my students are the ones falling sick..
On Thursday, 6th May..
Me: Ivan, are you feeling ok? (x 10 times in the classroom)
Ivan: .... (stared at me and nodded his head for 10 times)
hello!! cant even answer my question with a YES or No... how can you be ok? but i just thought he's gonna fall sick so he looked sick.. then after multiple checks on his condition, what i'd overlooked has happened.. Ivan vomited (silently with no 'vomit-splashed-onto-floor' sound) but the sudden movement of the kids ard him in directions of North South East and West alerted me. Arh.. then i realised he vomited. so....
Me: IVAN!!! why u not feeling well nv tell miss wong? see now u...... (then sympathy caught a grip of me. he is so poor thing le.. suffered the whole day in SILENCE and so i immediately changed into a motherly tone)......... do you still have anything to throw up? do you want to go home? go and wash up in the toilet now...
and so this episode ended with the cleaner coming up to clean up (of coz) while i continued teaching (duh!) but of coz, i wld definitely need to call up his parents to inform them about their poor kiddo..
On Friday, 7th May....
my #3 naughty kiddo walked to me when i first entered the classroom after their art lesson..
Shermann: "Miss Wong.. why liddat one? (one hand touching his neck and the other holding my hand with a strong indication that he needed major help) why so hot?"
and while saying this.. he started sobbing.. must have felt so terrible feeling sick. so i touched his forehead n it was freaking hot. you guys might not understand la.. but these 2 episodes in my classroom reminded me about my role as a teacher (minus teaching)
1. my students trust me (like how they trust and rely on their parents) and they run to me when they need help
2. i am the only one responsible for my students for wadever that happens to them .. wadever...
and i like to assume the role of taking care of them (minus the part when they turn super naughty) but when they are helpless, it really brings out my motherly instincts.. well what else can i say? I AM DEFINITELY IN THE CORRECT JOB!
This looks like my desk @ 3am this morning. Those papers include SA1 essays and revision papers by 2H. YES.. i freaking marked till 3am.. why did i torture myself? i dunno too.. i just noe i still got one more hectic week of madness for me to brave through next week.. and after tt, it's rushing to keying in of results!! omg.. TERM 2 is MADNESS! 
and why this sickly picture? no no .. not me.. i am healthy (keeps fingers crossed) my students are the ones falling sick..