Grrr.

I want to shout. OUT LOUD.

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The teacher who knows it all..

..or so it seems.

Maybe because she is single, a teacher, and managed to get master’s degree.

Yeah, the teacher who knows it all,
made us do notes and present them instead of her really teaching,
thinks that her answer scheme is supreme over all those books which have points we wrote,
made us copy corrections for tests (which is a perpetual waste of time when it can be photocopied),
was unable to finish the syllabus before our trial paper,
then scolds us for not being able to perform well.

The following two separate incidents which took place during Geography (Manusia) class.

Incident 1 (few weeks before)
Halfway while my teacher was elaborating on a point, she asked, “Mana tapak pelupusan sampah di Kluang?”

Someone answered, “Dekat Jalan Mersing ada satu…”

And thereafter, a few of them where “excitingly” responding.

I turned to my friend beside, Bao Ching, who was just hearing them talk.

I asked her in a mixture of both Mandarin and English, “Eh, what if hor, we simply make up a taman that doesn’t exist in Kluang, see whether she knows a not…”

She laughed. After having 13 months of lessons with my teacher, who wouldn’t?

“Faster… what taman?” I asked while trying to hold back my laughter.

“Um.. Taman Sentosa? Got a not?” Bao Ching asked.

I turned to another friend, Ann Ting, and asked, “Kluang got Taman Sentosa a not?”

“Taman Sentosa not in JB meh?” she answered, puzzled.

The next thing was…

“Cikgu, dekat Taman Sentosa ade satu!” I quickly told my teacher.

“Cikgu tau mane Taman Sentosa tak?” Bao Ching cheeky asked.

The teacher responded, “Hmm… Taman Sentosa… Yang dekat Lian Seng kan?”

And the two of them burst with laughter!

While I, did laugh, but also tried to hold back for laughing, simply because, I was having eye contact with her.

So I just said, “Ya.. dekat situ..”

Teacher thought for a second, and then said, “Kluang mane ade Taman Sentosa?”

I quickly looked at my book, and laughed quietly. And the other two of them continued laughing their heads off.

Conclusion: I couldn’t believe that she fell for it, thinking that she knows it all. I mean, kalau tak tau, cakap je la, tak tau.. Tak kan yang tu pun nak belagak.. Entah belagak pe pun..

Incident 2 (yesterday)
Note that all I said to the teacher was in a moderate tone, a bit serious, a bit jokingly.

She came into class, asked us to take out our Kelantan Trial Paper. Somehow, it came to the topic of a soon to come movie, 2012.

She said, “Mereka percaya 2012 ialah tahun di mana semua benda kat dunia akan musnah. Dekat Bible kata, 2012 ialah hari terakhir di dunia…”

Immediately, I said, “Cikgu, Bible tak kata tu la.. Mane ade Bible kata tu?”

She went on, “Ya, Bible kata…”

My Catholic friend, Tian Ru, asked, “Bible mane woh?”

“Bible mane? Bible ade satu sahaja..” teacher replied.

I can’t exactly remember what she was saying, but she went on and on that the Bible really said that..

I just said, “Cikgu, itu ajaran sesat la.. Bible memang tak kata macam tu.. Cikgu tak tau jangan cakap la..”

But she still WOULD’NT stop!

She said, “Ada orang yang mengkaji dan menyatakan bahawa Bible kata.. Mereka sudah buat kajian… (and a whole lot more of things)”

I was feeling so URGHHHH!

I said, “Cikgu, cikgu buktikan kepada saya la, mane dalam Bible ada.. Kalau cigku dapat buktikan, then saya percaya la.”

She continued on…

“Mereka pun percaya siapa yang baik akan hidup dan yang jahat akan mati. Bible kata, yang baik akan hidup di paradise…”

Obviously she ignored me.. cos like hello, I was talking so loud..

And like oh, she talks as if she’s a Christian who knows oh-so-much about the Bible!

After her last sentence, I was totally lost for words. Beyond my wildest imagination, she can just be so thick skin and keep on proving herself right, despite countless disagreements. I waited for her to even question if I’m a Christian, to be able to say that she’s wrong. But she didn’t.

I turned to my friends (they were looking at me all since I started defending) and in a shaky voice in Mandarin, said,

“Teacher don’t know then don’t simply say la. If its your religion, you also won’t like it what..”

They nodded and we started work.

Conclusion: With all due respect to her as a teacher, I do expect her to at least show some COMMON SENSE. People, whether teacher or not, should know that religion is a sensitive issue. You’re not of that religion, so at least be willing to learn more or correct your views about that religion. C’mon, just be open minded la!

I really really felt offended, I mean, it’s different from being offended when the offence is against me and when the offence is against my Creator, and the Bible, the very book where my faith is founded upon.

I was so tempted to make my way to the staff room after her period, confront her face to face, tell her nicely that what she said was wrong, and maybe, demand an apology from her to the whole class.

Yeah, I can go to that extreme. Hahha. But well, within me, I felt that I needed to seek a second opinion on this, ‘cos I am bad at drawing the line between a teacher and a student. So I went searching for Miss Chang! Hahha.

She told me that I was wrong in challenging the teacher (asking her for bukti) and that if I want to really correct her, do it the next day, saying that I went home and checked it out. She advised me not to attack the person, but state what the Bible truly says.

Came home, told my parents. Dad said to leave it, I’ve done my part in speaking out.

At first I felt reluctant to leave it. But thinking of it, I will, no matter how much I don’t want to.

Exams are coming, let’s work in peace, for peace.

Btw, I checked it out online about this 2012 thingy:
2012 Film
2012 Phenomenon
And I don’t know where she got the idea that it can from the Bible, cos her facts are really out!

I’m feeling really lousy.

And I’ve every reason to be angry at this whole world.

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I’m going to erupt soon with sarcasm if I’m going to receive any more SMS like this! Or, any like these:

“I’m ….. , that cute boy who asked for your number.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Why do you take so long to reply?”

“Why is it so hard to see you in school?”

Imagine, two weeks of this!

Honestly, I’m frustrated, tired and sick!

Calls, SMSes, and even worst, unknown SMSes.

URGH!

Somemore so CINA!

And I hate it when I find myself feeling bad/sorry for them!

URGH URGH URGH!

Power of the alphabet F.

Like…

Friend.
Foe.
Forgive.
Forget.
Find.
Found.
Fountain.
Flower.
Farm.
Fame.
Fat.
Fierce.
Four letter word.
Five letter word.
And.
Factors.

Question: Is it a fact that faktor has elements of a crude word, and therefore has potential to be a crude word? And also can be sold as crude oil?

Crude enough?

(Crude has three different meanings.)

For the orientation week ahead…

I hope all the crap we do won’t be spoiled by her, who did not even lift a finger.

BAMBUTAN HER.

BOOM! *glass shatters*

When close, there were times we squealed with joy. But I just don’t know why, I exploded today.

boom. shatter.

I even shouted at her in front of them.

Was and am so mad at her.
I’ve had enough.

Her words seemingly amusing, has been hurled with insults.
Hey, I have pride too, you know.
Why must you embarrass me?
Aren’t you supposed to protect your friend, after knowing me well enough?

I can’t seem to get you.
Why do you do keep proving me wrong, as if you know them all?
C’mon. I have my own views, and they’re not as wrong as yours.
Respect what I have to say and don’t keep jumping into conclusions?

Irritated. Irritated.
And yet, I have to see you everyday.
Almost.
URGH.

Why can’t you just get out of my sight?

the problem with me.

The three of us walked towards the school gate.
The teacher on duty and the guard were standing there.
From a distance, the teacher asked,

“Awak tinggal kat mane?”

My friend and I answered at the same time.

She said,
“Lian Seng.”

And I said,
“Kluang.”

My voice drowned my friend’s voice.
The guard laughed out loud (literally).
The teacher’s face changed.

“Sini!”

We stood in front of him.
He looked straight into my eyes.

“Cikgu tanye betol-betol ni, tapi masih bleh jawab macam ni. Tak bleh jawab baik-baik skit eh?”

“Masih bleh ketawa?!”

I did not realise that I was still smiling. For whatever reason.
Quickly put off my smile.

“Jangan ingat dah tingkatan enam dah jadi pandai eh.”

“Pukul brape datang sekolah?”

Silence.

“Esok saye tak nak tengok kamu semua lambat lagi.”

Off we went.
Felt really terrible, not only because I realised that I said something in utter disrespect right after saying it, but also for involving my friends.
Apologised to them before reaching the prefects.
Names were jotted down.

And of all days, that day they caught all the late comers.
Encik Halim and Encik Sofian were hanging around the stage.
Late comers were gathered there.
We walked towards them.
I felt ashamed. Encik Halim is Dad’s ex-colleague.

Looked at watch, it was 7.30 am.
I thought to myself, I’m not that late.
But I had to admit that I was still late anyway.

Waited a little, then principal gave us a lecture.
At 7.50 am, Encik Sofian gave us five minutes to pick up ten pieces of rubbish around the canteen.
Put bags down.
Started. Ended.
No one reached ten. The most was five.

Went back to stage to get my bag.
Encik Sofian was standing there, and he asked jokingly,

“Nangis eh?”

“Ye cikgu. *fake sobs* Insaf.”

“Insaf? Insaf?! You insaf? Hah! Saye pun mau ketawa ah!”

Smiled at him, headed to class.
In actual fact, I really was insaf.
But I guess no one in school would expect me to feel that way.

Entered class, it was MUET period.
After telling why we were late, Miss Chang asked where X was.

“He went to the Disipline Room.”

“Why?”

“Because of his hair.”

“Because of his size.”

And the class roared with laughter.
Miss Chang tried to hold back her laughter.
She was smiling all the way through and asked,

“Tien Hui, what’s wrong with his size?”

“Nothing.”

I said it out because the thought of him being caught for his size was funny.
But I knew I said something terrible, again.
Sigh. Just when I told myself not long ago to shut up.

Miss Chang asked us to draw something on a blank sheet of paper.
Something that represent us.

I drew a nail.

nails

Nails are usually used for joining things together.
Like when you build a house, you’ll need nails to build it.

And that house that you build, can be used for two reasons,
either for something good or for something bad.

Nails remind myself that I have a choice to choose,
whether to do/say something good or bad.

hammering

Sometimes each nail you hammer, and hammer and hammer, hurts people deeply.
Sometimes when you accidentally hammer your finger, it causes you yourself to hurt at the same time.

hammer-nails

If you pick up a nail of insult, its impact can be deep.
If you pick up a nail of encouragement, its impact can be deep.

However, I failed.

To choose the latter.

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