/ 10:56 AM

Just when I thought work gonna go easy this term, I have another suspect case of anorexic in class. Met the parents this week, talked to the girl, emailed the teachers. I jokingly told a friend that I am now pretty experienced in meeting parents, taking notes during meeting and stuff.

Project meetings started this week. Five groups to mentor, it was such a nightmare. It certainly doesn't help when I overheard colleagues complaining why no group was selected from their sec two class. Not that I can do anything about it, they can take those groups if they want. What really made me feel bad about this whole day was, I have to turn down the groups in my own class to take other groups whom may not be keen in this altogether. I find it so ironical that being the coordinator, I can't even choose to take in the groups I want.

Shall not be too bothered about it. It just doesn't pay to grow white hair cos of work and stuff which I have completely no control of. And not recognized of. The recent performance bonus was a good indicator. When I heard my friend in another school was not promoted this year, I was truly disappointed in the system, for I know, I will end up in the same situation few years down the road.

At this moment, without great hopes, without recognition, my only hope is value add my girls during my term of service, to groom them into respectable, responsible and responsive individuals who can in turn contribute to the society years down the road. I can't cure anorexia, but I hope with my support, they can walk out of the dark tunnel and have the courage to face themselves and the world once again.

I have been consciously reminding myself, I can afford to make mistakes, but I must see values in these mistakes. I won't make the same mistake twice. If a person has a bad impression of me because of one mistake I have made and condemns me from then on, then it is this person's loss for missing the opportunity to see me rising cos of the mistake. It is not possible to attack me using my mistake. I will move on from there.

Even if I have forgotten what my lecturers in nus have taught me, I'll always bring with me the life skills some have made the effort to inculcate in me.

Even if coming to this school is a mistake, it is a mistake which I can afford to make, because, I have the freedom to leave.

Entering this profession has taught me a few things, among which, most importantly, I have learned how to appreciate my parents better. Every time I meet parents, the mothers weep. I believe I must have made my mum shed a substantial amount of tears when I was a teenager.

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A beginning teacher. Sleep and rest deprived. Likes math and enjoys teaching it. Misses the days in NUS (2002-2007) where she majored in Applied Mathematics. The math was much more fun at that time. Has lots of idols in the department.

/ 10:56 AM

Just when I thought work gonna go easy this term, I have another suspect case of anorexic in class. Met the parents this week, talked to the girl, emailed the teachers. I jokingly told a friend that I am now pretty experienced in meeting parents, taking notes during meeting and stuff.

Project meetings started this week. Five groups to mentor, it was such a nightmare. It certainly doesn't help when I overheard colleagues complaining why no group was selected from their sec two class. Not that I can do anything about it, they can take those groups if they want. What really made me feel bad about this whole day was, I have to turn down the groups in my own class to take other groups whom may not be keen in this altogether. I find it so ironical that being the coordinator, I can't even choose to take in the groups I want.

Shall not be too bothered about it. It just doesn't pay to grow white hair cos of work and stuff which I have completely no control of. And not recognized of. The recent performance bonus was a good indicator. When I heard my friend in another school was not promoted this year, I was truly disappointed in the system, for I know, I will end up in the same situation few years down the road.

At this moment, without great hopes, without recognition, my only hope is value add my girls during my term of service, to groom them into respectable, responsible and responsive individuals who can in turn contribute to the society years down the road. I can't cure anorexia, but I hope with my support, they can walk out of the dark tunnel and have the courage to face themselves and the world once again.

I have been consciously reminding myself, I can afford to make mistakes, but I must see values in these mistakes. I won't make the same mistake twice. If a person has a bad impression of me because of one mistake I have made and condemns me from then on, then it is this person's loss for missing the opportunity to see me rising cos of the mistake. It is not possible to attack me using my mistake. I will move on from there.

Even if I have forgotten what my lecturers in nus have taught me, I'll always bring with me the life skills some have made the effort to inculcate in me.

Even if coming to this school is a mistake, it is a mistake which I can afford to make, because, I have the freedom to leave.

Entering this profession has taught me a few things, among which, most importantly, I have learned how to appreciate my parents better. Every time I meet parents, the mothers weep. I believe I must have made my mum shed a substantial amount of tears when I was a teenager.

Labels: school