Smartest class...?

In all my years of teaching, this is my smartest class. And they are only ten this year. They pick things up the fastest and they give you the best ideas. Other than naughty and talkative, I thought these boys are fine.

However, when 6 out of 7 of them failed test after test, where the messages of 'I cannot be bothered to study for the Science test' and 'I can always work on the Re-test' becomes clear and obvious, I am hugely disappointed. In them. In their attitude.

Then, when I realised they cannot multi-task and know nothing about listening, it finally occurred to me that, this is NOT the smartest class. The smartest class knows what to do to avoid trouble and they have the right attitude in work, life and play.

When I realised that moment and told them straight in the face, they kept quiet and immediately realised that the spell they used to cast over me is broken. I wonder what happens next.

There is no smartest class. Cos there will always be something better out there. That's what life is about: As long as you are willing to explore, you will constantly be surprised by the amazing and the worst.

Always do something new every year

I want to try out:

Zumba
Walking in the rain
Meat dishes

By July 2013.

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Karma

It's funny how history repeats itself.

A long time ago, someone made a lot of effort for me, yet I did not comprehend the fullness of it. And now, I made a lot of effort and reserved a lot of time for someone, yet he does not comprehend the fullness of it.

I am always the one reserving my time for him. I am always the one making plans. I am always the one asking him out. Yet, he can be tired when he meets me sometimes, even though he knew beforehand that he is meeting me that day.

I never ask people out at the last minute, as it is very rude. You do not deserve company if you think people will reserve their time for you. That's why I ask everyone out at least 48 hours in advance and plan ahead, be it friends or family. So now, I feel tired and very disappointed at myself for being the one always actively asking him out. I am disappointed with myself cos I let it happen to me. By reserving your time and effort for him, of cos, he would assume you are always free, for him. So, why would he need to ask you out in the first place, or even ask at all? You would ask him out anyway.

So that's how stupid it feels. I bet karma befalls on me today to give me a taste of how my ex-boyfriend felt back then. Not that I was unappreciative, but that, I did not comprehend and feel the fullness of the time and effort he had put in.

So, I've learned my lesson. To prevent being disappointed at the kind of expectations and returns I hope to get, I shall, just, stop whatever I have been doing. That will stop me from having expectations of others.

Without expectations, I will not be disappointed, miserable or down.

It's very simple, actually.

And to Wendy, who is definitely reading this: laugh all you want, I think you will be satisfied. Since seeing me miserable is what you are happy about. Otherwise, why would you introduce me to your few long-time good friends, just so they will delete me off their Facebook list and stop talking to me totally? See, all this stalking actually helps, isn't it? But have you ever wondered, how long this kind of happiness will last? Or how long did I feel rejected when I got deleted off on Facebook?

Being rejected is part and parcel of life, so are good days and bad days. It just took me a lengthy amount of time to realise and accept this.

Marriage equality should exist, cos love is love, as simple as that.

April, magazines and coffee

I can feel it.

The demanding Mandy waiting to surface. Bubbling and anticipating, this self of mine will soon terrorise the students.

April usually signals the start of intensive exam revision and preparation for me and all my students, emotionally and mentally. After that, the workload commences.

I am already gearing myself up for it. The rest is getting the work done. But I am so geared up that I wonder if it will turn out to be an anti-climax, which may not be a bad thing. It means the drill is nothing much to me. And I need to start looking for something new and stimulating in my life.

On to other things, will stop buying 'With' magazine, as the latest issue is a little disappointing and similar content repeats itself, so will look to 'Oggi' magazine next.

I am into a few days old of quitting coffee. I ended up with a headache on the second day, which is funny. However, the results are so far so good. But once in a while, think I will still need coffee.

It is getting late and my eyes are closing, so I shall end this post here.

I'm a jackass.

Sigh.