Mr. Ong goes to School.

Mr. Ong goes to School.

why am i posting this on a communal blog. because it serves as a painful lesson and a reminder for those people who have a tolerance level similar to mine, NOT to teach in a primary school.

received a telephone call at 9am today, an admin person asking me to teach in a primary school today at the afternoon session. as i didn't have work today, i agreed. took a direct bus to the school and was briefed on what to do. was going to relief a primary 1 class.

taught them maths. subtraction and stuff. suddenly dunno why also, a girl came up to me and gave me an ang pao. she said 'my mother and father said to give this to u. its for those who don't have mother and father.'

TMD. lim peh eh lao beh lao bu ah buay si, dun curse me ok.

then from no where, 4 or 5 other buggers came out and give me ang pao, which i declined them outrightly. after some time, the primary ones got them rowdy. they were talking fucking loudly and stuff like tt, running all over the shop.

fuck i really must chu power already.

EH ELLO!!! WHOLE LOT GO BACK TO YOUR SEATS AND SIT DOWN!!! i shouted in my national day parade voice. ONE MORE TIME ANOTHER PERSON I CATCH TALKING, HE WILL STAND ON THE CHAIR!!! WHOLE LOT STAND UP!!! MONITOR! WHERE'S THE MONITOR! COME UP HERE AND WRITE DOWN THE NAMES OF THOSE WHO TALK.

after that, i had 15 minutes of peace. i managed to control lucifer and the rest of the fallen angels who broke out from hell.

after lunch, i was assigned to take an EM3 class, which i realised after the students told me. they came back from PE, high with adrenaline and wanted to go toilet. i told them to go. bad mistake as the whole ging gang went, running down the corridor and making hell a lot of noise.

wait for them to come back to class.

when the came back to class. i said 'all those who went to the toilet STAND UP NOW!!!

i chu power again. gave them a lecture using the sibeh buay song tone u normally hear in the army. on how disruptive they were.

the day ended with the primary one class again. i think it was the end of the day or something cos they got 10x more rowdy. while i was sitting on the chair, a guy just came and hump my knee like humping a cb liddat. fucking disgusted, i pushed him away.

another guy came and sit on my lap and rode it like an osim-i-gallop. pushed him away as well.

'teacher teacher, my lip pain ...' a girl asking x4 times
upon closer observation, i realised tt is was just a minor shit. wad u want me to do, give u a kiss of life is it.

'teacher, this questions is lame ...' an EM3 boy
'eh if u manage to complete it in 10 min and get all the correct answers then u tell me its lame. if not shut up and do!' my reply.

'teacher, i want to go to the toilet' - boys would normally hold their crotch while girls would hold each other hands and go in pairs.
this question multiply by 10 million times.

A boy crying ...
this wuss cried cos he lost his rubber and marker, which in the end i helped him find and he stopped crying.

and other lame shit like 'teacher he scold me' 'teacher is push me' 'teacher ... etc.'
FUCK!
the worst thing is that they come in barrages, not one my one. once one of them start complaining, the whole class would start complaining. and worst still i had to control my vulgarities. SIGH.

and to end the day with a bang. those punks took damn long to assemble and my class was the last to arrive for assembly, the singing of the sch song before leaving. and hence the WHOLE SCHOOL waited for them. nt long i think. but still they were the last to arrive.

SIGH.

this is the last time Mr. Ong goes to school as a relief teacher in primary school. i swear upon myself, God and my ancestors graves, that i will NEVER step foot in a primary school as a relief teacher.