Anecdotes of a Relief Teacher #1

Anecdotes of a Relief Teacher #1:

- Woke up feeling nauseous & sick
- Went to school at 12
- Met the other teachers of the class i'm teaching, 3F
- Had a 2 hour english lesson with them
- Hell began
- Recess
- Supervised a Pri 1 PE gymnastics class
- Sat in a p1 Malay class to oversee them doing work as their teacher wasn't around
- Hell continued
- Went home
- Fell ill
- Fell asleep

As you can see i had the most eventful and horrible of first days. incredibly horrible. i have been given an absolute bunch of demons as my main class, this pri 3 class called 3F. A bunch of 9-year-olds, supposedly sweet, cute, obedient and pleasant, but these guys are nothing but scoundrels! Just a get to know your name session was already so hard for me! Moreover being my first day, no one gave me any help or time on how to prepare lesson and so i had to ask them to read books for 30 min while i prepared the lesson in class. even bringing these guys for recess was a chore. These rascals just keep walking out of their seat in class, and chit-chatting none stop. When you shout at them, they keep quiet for 5 seconds... then continue!! drove me nuts!!! When i changed into shirt and shorts for PE lesson, they kept asking stuff like

"Teacher where are your clothes?"
"Teacher where you change?"
"Teacher how you change?"
"Teacher your clothes is it in your bag? EEe no wonder so smelly!!"
"Teacher where you get your clothes?"
"Teacher is it you bring more than one clothes to school"



oh my goodness............



Tomorrow i shall try a new approach on them. REDUCE RECESS + DETENTION.

I will be their TEACHER FROM HELL.

Meanwhile the p1 kids are really much nicer and cuter and easier to handle. The PE class was funny. This boy slapped a girl cos he said she cut queue, causing the girl to cry. Dude you can't do that!!

Then during the p1 malay class, the malay kids were given worksheets to do. Then this fat malay boy was so funny, constantly coming up to me and asking me how to do his malay worksheet. Dude i'm chinese!! To make things worse, he kept talking to me in Malay!! Then he brought his chair to my table and kept talking to me in Malay! how come the whole class can see that i'm not Malay except him!

Glen: "I'm chinese, i can't understand Malay"
Fat Malay Boy: "awwwwwwwwwww man!"

Glen: "I'm chinese, i can't understand Malay"
Fat Malay Boy: "I'm Malay, i can speak Chinese! You Chinese, cannot speak Malay?"
Glen: "Then you speak Chinese for me"
Fat Malay Boy: "Ding dong ding dong ding"


@_@


I really dread teaching my p3 class.. any teachers got any advice?!?!