she cracks

The day that the (century) egg shell cracked : 17 Sept 2004 Morning GP period was still alright, controllable by all her means. We had to do a Paper 2 comprehension which i couldn't finish because it is actually quite hard. She was marking papers and showing how flustered she was at the way some students answered their questions, sometimes just ignoring whatever she tells them to do during lessons. We were happily making noise as and whenever we feel like it. Totally. 2 guys in class wore jock straps today, one was a red-stringed one, one was a dark black one given to him as a birthday present. They were more than happy to bare some flesh and show some skin, apparently their white hills make good cleavage. We snapped some photos of them hills, and burst out laughing as usual. She misplaced this person's paper, even though he had written his name and answered the first part of the comprehension. At first we made her believe that she misplaced 2 persons' papers. So we hurried her to find it, then one of the person exclaimed that he found his paper in his file. Haha, great exercise for someone her age. But she really lost the other person's paper. Looking at her desk, its easy to tell why. Then she stirred the irk of the class when she insisted on having extra lessons just so that we can complete the paper, due to us running short of time. Its just nonsensical, how in the world can we skip friday prayers! As though she can make another arrangement with God so we can have our friday prayers at a later time. Not that she believes in God anyway. But the others, they said about having physics remedial. She wanted to personally speak to the physics tutor so she can make arrangement. So the class burst out laughing once more, of course, memories of S-Cube Seminar came flooding in. "Do you know the physics tutor ma'am?" "Is he very talkative?" I think the bell saved her, not that there's any bell nowadays, the end of the period brought this episode to a close. This episode resumes in the form of a PW period, the last period of the day for the class. It was havoc. She took a helluva long time trying to locate the classroom, because we shifted temporarily due to prelim exams. Before that, the 2 guys jock-strapping were having more photoshoots, and the girls in class were trying their darndest best not to steal a glimpse of prime beefcakes. She came in and had a lot of instructions to give. I had slogged for 1 hour for the second draft of my written report (its not very long i know, but it was at 12 plus, when I should be sleeping. Just that I was already accustomed to paperwork), I really thought she was going to collect it that day and punish those who haven't got theirs ready. Instead, she instructed us all to finish up this worksheet as though it was a test. PW does not need a test, it is an assessment in itself. We tried rationalizing with her but it was hard to make her listen. She claimed that we should learn to listen to her instead. We do, all the time, we catch her saying the slightest of things, just so to make fun of her. She says,"I'll issue you..." and we complete the sentence in a chorus "a warning slip!!" She will laugh too, then said what she actually intended to say. Oh everyone was not in the mood to do her test. It was just to try and regurgitate all the things that we wrote down in our project proposal. That certainly is not necessary at this time, even if it is to help her find out about our individual contribution to the project, because personally I think that the file will suffice. Even the quiet and normally reserved people in class were trying to voice out their disagreement at her instructions, like "this is all too much unnecessary paperwork!" Those who normally behaved and would not flinch a bit, were singing and composing their own symphonies, trying to attract an audience by going louder by the octaves. Frequent jokes errupted. She says, "I wonder how this country is going to be like.." and we answer her "1. Ageing population, 2. Low birth rates and 3.Singlehood" to the bursts of laughters. I am sure by now the classes next door and the door after could hear us loud and clear, maybe they are laughing with us too. But the climax of it all, was when one student finished her worksheet and carried a whole stack of physics materials into the classroom. She intended to give it out to everyone because she has finished all her work, but was told off to sit down and listen to her instructions. Somehow She has millions of instructions today. Then one student openly told the class to just take their physics materials on the chair next to the door and leave the room, whatever. So some began to take the materials, but did not leave yet. She was totally flustered right now. She shouted the name of the girl loudly. She said she couldnt take it anymore and she feels like crying. She actually has swells of tears in her eyes. She walked out of the room, leaving her table a mess, just like her desk. This guy actaully opened the door to check whether she is really crying and came back laughing loudly. Everyone felt weird when she cried, not like they feel super guilty about it. Its like there was no 2 way communication at all whatsoever. Oh well, we used that time to finish giving out the physics materials. She came back within 5 mins, must have gone to pee or fart or whatever. Nvm, we really had to go, she cant hold us back any longer, we have friday prayers and when we told her she let us off. She cracked when she cried. Wooooooooshh SSsssswwwwoooossshhh!!

I think an apology card is due. Will see about that.