Was I even fit?
Work had not been going well for me ever since the new year started.
Nothing on my mind seems anything good to remember of ... in fact its such a lousy feeling that i can just burn in it.
It wasn't even in my intention to give my 2 dear girls some pressure outside the library yesterday. Both of them were the not the ones who directly deserve it but i just wanted them to be much more stronger than they are to support their own people. As i thought back in the car, in the bathroom, during dinner, in the cinema, it was kind of too harsh for them.
Was i even fit to say anything.
As i step into my form class every morning. Donno why but it's just such a helpless feeling. Looking at all the frantically writing hands, flipping notes and all the faces that spelt lack-of-sleep. I began to miss all the laughters and everything. I wished i can do more to help. to do anything. anything really.
but was i even fit to do anything.
Classes were ok, except for one.
wasn't even sure the week off to go for courses was a good experience or a bad horror. Probably a good gauge of how shallow my knowledge for the subject is. And how are our students going to cope with it all, competing with the top colleges and such. Sometimes, we just have to admit... it's just all going to be a torture to the students. why are we putting them into all these kinds of struggle. and im not even sure i am able to bring them through all that. life need challenges, yes, loads.
and was i even fit to be in it all.
Nothing on my mind seems anything good to remember of ... in fact its such a lousy feeling that i can just burn in it.
It wasn't even in my intention to give my 2 dear girls some pressure outside the library yesterday. Both of them were the not the ones who directly deserve it but i just wanted them to be much more stronger than they are to support their own people. As i thought back in the car, in the bathroom, during dinner, in the cinema, it was kind of too harsh for them.
Was i even fit to say anything.
As i step into my form class every morning. Donno why but it's just such a helpless feeling. Looking at all the frantically writing hands, flipping notes and all the faces that spelt lack-of-sleep. I began to miss all the laughters and everything. I wished i can do more to help. to do anything. anything really.
but was i even fit to do anything.
Classes were ok, except for one.
wasn't even sure the week off to go for courses was a good experience or a bad horror. Probably a good gauge of how shallow my knowledge for the subject is. And how are our students going to cope with it all, competing with the top colleges and such. Sometimes, we just have to admit... it's just all going to be a torture to the students. why are we putting them into all these kinds of struggle. and im not even sure i am able to bring them through all that. life need challenges, yes, loads.
and was i even fit to be in it all.
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