tags replied:

yanzong : yes. it's terrible.

JM : hahahaha. he deserves it mah!

. : uh huh. hope you're feeling better after some counselling from me! hohoho.

cel : yah lor. what a fucktard right! ROAR

IDK WHY,

all my blog posts seems to be nasty ones.

okay

i was attached to a new childcare centre for year 2.

THE CHILDREN,

I TELL YOU,

ARE NOT CHILDREN.

THEY ARE MONSTERS IN DIGUISE.

SERIOUSLY.

thank goodness,

hui hui and i were attached to the same centre.

we met in the morning yesterday,

and went to look for the place.

when we finally found it,

we went in,

took our temperatures,

and wrote our particulars in this logbook.

while we're writing,

this child with special needs came up to us.

and he kept touching us.

the teacher came and pull him away.

whenever he saw us,

he'll come over and attempt to hug us.

he hugged us a few times.

and his hug was,

really tight.

the teacher always have to come and pull him away.

nevermind.

skip that.

hui hui was attached to the nursery 1

i was attached to the nursery 2.

the classroom was separated by this,

cubby hole.

which was not very high.

so means,

we can see each other.

my class has 6 children.

i thought it was really little.

hers had 8 children.

these small group of children,

are seriously monsters in disguise.

over at her side,

you'll hear children crying and crying and crying,

and a hyperactive child who doesn't stay still.

and the child kept running into my classroom,

and hui hui has to come and drag him back.

few minutes later,

this cycle would repeat.

at my side,

i have to deal with children,

who are tyrants.

this boy,

he didn't want to colour the worksheet that the teacher gave.

so he tore it up,

and attempted to crush it and put it in his mouth.

the teacher in charge,

who was also my mentor,

didn't do anything.

all she did was to take the paper away from him.

he then went on to the whiteboard,

and erased everything that the teacher wrote.

seeing that he's not getting any attention,

he attempted to throw the whiteboard duster out of the window.

the teacher ignored him.

he flew into a rage and started screaming and yelling.

and he lied on the floor and didn't want to get up.

the teachers tried to carried him but he resisted and kicked them all.

i went up to him,

patted him on his back,

and talked to him nicely.

he looked at me,

and ran out of his classroom.

the teacher told me to chase after him.

and so i did.

and mind you,

i was wearing this white skirt,

that was so long that it nearly touched my ankles.

i lifted the skirt and ran like cinderella -.-

the boy ran and ran and ran,

he slipped and fell.

i went up to him,

picked him up,

carried him back to the classroom.

i put him on his chair.

meanwhile,

another boy was using a black crayon to destroy his friend's worksheet.

they both started scolding each other.

and they ended up COLOURING THE WHILE TILES ON THE FLOOR WITH BLACK CRAYON.

i went to pull them away.

and settled them on their chair.

the teacher in charge simply ignored their behaviour problems!

the naughty boy who tore the worksheet ran out of the classroom again.

i chased after him.

oh yes

outside the classroom,

there is this extremely long corridor,

that is so wide and long and empty,

you can run 20 metres without banging into anything.

this centre has a poor environment!

with such a big space,

children will definitely RUN ALL THEY CAN.

brainless toots.

i think i'm a more qualified teacher than they are!

okay

back to the story.

i chased after the boy again.

he ran into the toilet,

and went into the cubical,

and locked the door.

okay.

i don't deny that i'm tall.

so,

the toilet door was like,

a little above my waist.

so,

this boy,

thinks he's safe inside the cubical.

but i popped my head above the door,

and look at him.

obviously he was shocked to see that i'm taller than the whole cubical.

so i said

"are you sure you want to hide here? "

*he ignores me*

"do you believe that i can open this door by putting my hand in? "

*he ignores me*

" i give you 3 counts to come out. "

"1 "

"2"

~ he comes out,

and stomps back to his classroom.

back at the classroom,

i was talking to hui hui.

both of us are exhausted and traumatised.

while we were talking,

2 boys,

held a toy hammer each.

and used it to hit her.

she stared at them,

damn fierce lor i tell you!

they were scared,

and took steps back,

and put the hammer back onto the shelves.

terrible children,

aren't they?!

i forgot to mention the morning part.

here goes!

when it's block play time,

the teacher asked hui hui and i to look after the children.

they children play with the blocks,

and they started snatching and throwing it at each other.

they ended up having a mini war,

then the teacher came and wanted to stop it.

this boy,

swept all the block pieces on the floor.

and the teacher pulled him away.

the rest of the children started to walk away.

leaving hui hui and i to clear the mess.

and,

the teachers are terrible

they treated hui hui and i like their personal assistants!

so irritating.

please lor

we are there to OBSERVE

not there to help them to catch children or clean up the mess and pick up toys and arrange the books on the shelves and etc.

ROAR

damn angry damn angry damn angry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!