Thursday, October 26, 2006

lemme introduce us to you..


amongst the 17 of us, there's the brown-eyed arabian, the giggly i-have-no-idea-what-she-might-be-laughing-about, the wedding planner searcher, the most chivalrous guy to roam the universe since the dawn of Man, the energizer tutor, the mural creative designer, the earrings-must-match-shoes-must-match-clothes-must-match-necklace miss, the funny family man who has no clue he's funny and the guy with his name on his cap who is almost always punctually late, just to name a few.
thats my english class profile 101 for you.
guess which one am i?

whoever says english is boring? it can be airy-fairy, confusing, taxing, infuriating, an ascending climb with descending interest- in fact, all of the above, anything but. boring.

on the other hand, science my favourite teaching subject by miles, delivers the most interesting tutorials. as interesting as the full stop at the end of the sentence . see how interesting it is?
i mean, einstein might be long gone, but science should never feel this dead, you know? it should feel as alive and kicking as stephen hawking. well, except mebbe for the kicking bit.
um.
i didnt mean to make fun of his disability, sorry..

still, math is by far the most Happening tutorial for me. thats Happening with a capital 'h', for you. beats the rest hands down. the hands-on, concrete manipulatives make me feel like the the eager mathematician once more. never mind that i wasnt ever a budding phythagoras, to begin with. to top off the brownie with ice-cream, i have the most happening seating partners. sandwiched between miss-giggly and miss-crappy, what more can this miss-ditsy ask for? (well, seated by mr-fiance-imran would be lovely, but that's really pushing it, eh?) in a nutshell, math is a truckload of laughter. its all about gossips, speculations, senseless bantering and all other things that we could get away with at the back of the class. before you know what hits you, you'd be bent double in stitches, with tears rolling and mascara dripping.
excellent stuff. better than magic mushroom, more effective than prozac.

then there is the group of gals that i keep lunch dates with. a gerek, lepak bunch of pseudo-minahs. i say pseudo cos we can never truly classify as true blue minahs-not with me in the group, heh. (and trust you me, being coined a 'minah' isnt exactly the most flattering title). having said that, neither are we minah-wannabes hokay?
dare you refer to me as minah, and i'll no sooner knock your head with my pumps and call you 'ah soh' or 'ah moy' or 'ah pek' or 'chikopek' or 'ah beng' or 'ah-lian' or 'am-ma' or 'a-ci': the choice is yours.

thats not to say i havent had my share of bug-eyed twits to spoil my otherwise, skipping-happy days. there's that classic case of that moronic free rider whose idea of contribution involves sitting around like brain-dead goldfish just to demonstrate what an ever-productive worker he is.
or that anonymous missus who left her signature crimson evidence in the toilet bowl for all to retch at.
or the queue-cutters who had nary an ounce of shame underneath their 5-inch make-up and 6-inch skin.
yes, i have been stupefied, dumbstruck and dumbfounded more than once at the sheer idiocy of these people. but i have also gained the delightful company of friends in this short time. i must truly say, i havent had these much fun in school since my crazy, secondary school days.
and for that experience alone, i am enriched.

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