*a prayer for the wild at heart, kept in cages

Rawr!

Sometimes I wonder if some teachers exist solely for the purposing of making some kid’s life a nightmare.

Today, after being discreetly mean to me for weeks, she finally admits that she “wasn’t the most helpful” & “was sometimes hostile“ to me.

Moreover puzzling when I don’t even take her classes! She teaches the General Paper & my classmates testimonials make me thankful that I don’t see her outside civics. Even in that single hour, boy does she enjoy twiddling me round her finger.

I’ll call her Mrs S =/

*edit* 08/11/2007

Mrs S. has left the school. You might expect a Ding Dong! The Witch is Dead moment, but honestly, I wonder if she had certain troubles that affected her work. Best of luck to her.

Mrs S: What are you doing in school at 6pm? Aren’t you supposed to be on MC?

me: Yes, but I felt better after sleeping. Plus I have no training, I need to attend an important interview.

Mrs S: Thats not the point, who is your doctor?

me: …. I don’t remember.

Mrs S.: Which clinic?

me: Horizon Medical.

Mrs S.: I know who he is, I’ve seen your MC. One of our teachers’ husband is your doctor. I will check with him.

me: Isn’t it confidential?

Mrs S.: Whatever. Why are you here if you are sick? You are not sick!

me: (Darn it. I’m sick not paralysed, thats why i’m here. Luck is clearly not with me today >=( )

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And in Civics….

Mrs S. : Lets choose someone to share their timetable with the class! Alexis, how about you?

me: (=/ I’m not surprised.) May I not? May I be excused to the ladies please?

Mrs S.: No, write your timetable on the board now.

me: Okay.

Mrs S.: Everyone, please look at Alexis’s timetable. She clearly has too many things on her plate, she takes 5 subjects, sails & is acting in a play, yet she frequently falls ill, & suffers from IBS. Now how can she cope if she cannot even stay away from the doctor’s…. BLAH de BLAH

me: I promise to try my best. *Big Smile*

I realise a big smile is almost a reflex whenever I’m caught between a rock & a hard place.

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Another fated day…
Mrs S.: Where were you during Civics?

me: I asked you if I could go to the ladies….?

Mrs S.: For 45 minutes? Did u go to the canteen?

me: (I went to snooze in the library) No.

Mrs. S: Where were you?

me: I had cramps & couldn’t come back.

Mrs S.: Cramps for 45 minutes?

me: Yes, 45 minutes.

Mrs S.: The next time you are ill, call we will send you to a hospital for treatment.

me: I can’t use my phone in school ma’am.

Mrs S.: ….

Mrs S.:Who knows…. One day you might faint, knock your head on the toilet floor & no one can help you?

me: Thanks for your concern. *gulp*

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For now, I’ll do my best not to sprint in the other direction when I catch sight of her.

Oh teaching, it is a rather thankless job.