gone.
will i be back?
i don't know.
maybe i've started elsewhere.
maybe never. again.
jueves, abril 27, 2006
[ 1164. Disputes ]
Misunderstandings, disputes, differences. Aren't they all the same, my friends? All arising due to difference in opinions, and when both parties are only interested in believing what they want to believe.
Just yesterday, i was preparing to start a project going on for my normal tech class. Even before i stepped into the classroom proper, there before my eyes, two girls and a boy was having a shouting match outside the classroom, albeit one-sidedly. The boy was clutching on the handle of the door, as if seeking it for refuge while the two girls ferociously lashed out on him one after another. it seemed like mean girls at its max. When i grabbed the boy from the door and stopped the girls from verbally swallowing that poor soul up, i demanded an explanation. It was over a very minor issue. Calling of names, unnecessary comparisions, and the lack of graciousness were the issues, to be exact. Despite my presence, the girls continue to snap at that boy, and demanded an explanation why he called them (one of them, actually) a prostitute. Crumbling under pressure, the boy started clinging on to the door yet again and cried.
I sent the two girls back to class, and dragged the guy down to the nearest bench downstairs and sat him down. Leave him with some tissue paper and time alone to calm him down, i went back to the zoo of a class with a really stern face, and set the entire bunch of monkeys standing up with the threat of making them putting their fingers to their lips. The powers of a teacher is indeed amazing. Setting them a chapter of text to read in my absence, i returned to the red-eyed boy and getting his side of the story. This was a simple task, especially when you're dealing with a sobbing boy who obediently answers your every question. Dealing with the girls proved to be more challenging. Obviously girls with the potential to roam the streets with a parang on one hand and a cigerette to her heavily painted lips. Even when i was talking to them, one of them couldn't stand still at all. Even right in front of me, she'd have the cheek to blatantly walk away from me even as i was speaking. Being furious was one matter, but i had more than enough problems on hand to deal with her for her dismeanour then. My goal was simple: to ask them how do they want to resolve the issue peacefully. To my dismay, they said there was no way. One of the girls even threatened to fight with him. All those innocent notions of friends and classmates and class integrity was convenient thrown out of the window already. And you'd think, where's the innocence of these secondary 1 students? Being a teacher certainly has its perks though. I imposed upon her, "since it's my class, you play by my rules." Any hints of fights, arguments and troublemaking for either party will send them to the middle of the quadrangle during my lessons. And speaking of which, i sent two guys from the class to the quadrangle since they were running all around the class dispite all the threats and punishments in place.
Arranging for both sides to talk things out, i chose to bring them just outside the staff room. Probably intimidated, the trashing session was milder than i expected. The poor boy, obviously clueless about how to resolve this issue, was once again bombarded by the girls, before i imposed a one-person-talk-at-a-time policy. Both sides were clearly adamant in not acknowledging their wrongdoing in this issue. With not much of a choice, i ended the entire saga making both sides promise no funny business towards each other within the confines of the school.
A compulsory debrief of such matters was of course necessary to the whole class. Lecturing following, before i let them go. And one of the girls clearly commented, loudly enough for my ears, "aiyah, we normal tech students no hope one wad."
Such facets of life is simply so sad. And to think, they are only thirteen.
In retrospect, i realized this issue was actually simpler to handle. At least as a teacher, i had certain powers over the students. I had my say, and my word were law in my classroom. But outside of which, especially when you're merely an acquiantance, matters are not always easily mediated. More especially so when the issue was not much of a big issue at all. It's just a difference in opinions.
Humans are just soooo. stubborn. Like myself.
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new clothes, new shoes, new bike, new friends, fantastic grades.
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malaysia, penang.
australia, brisbane/gold coast.
thailand, hatyai.
malaysia, genting.
malaysia, johor.
malaysia, melaka.
thailand, chiangmai.
australia, perth.
canada, edmonton/cold lake.
australia, rockhampton.
thailand, bangkok.
austria, vienna.
czech rep, olomouc.
austria, salzburg.
germany, munich.
switzerland, zurich.