Friday, January 13

I'VE NEVER EVER SAID THIS BEFORE IN THE 19 YEARS THAT I'VE LIVED BUT HELL, THANK FUCKING GOD IT'S FRIDAY!

I guess the highlight at work for today is getting the middle finger from an 11 year old boy, who by the fucking way, is still doing Primary 4 Mathematics AND Chinese.

This time, it's different from when I got the middle finger yesterday (or was it two days before?). The first middle finger happened when I asked the boy to put his finger to his lips because he refused to stfu. Instead of his forefinger, he used his middle finger. This time though,the fucking retard of a boy kept disturbing other people who were doing their work.

What I mean by 'disturbing'?
1) throwing erasers against the wall that ricocheted at other people's head.
2) using his textbook as a bat and erasers as ball and proceeding to play fucking baseball in a room full of other students.
3) kept talking to the other students, hence distracting them.
4) taught a younger student how to play textbook-eraser baseball.

earlier on, we gave him a Math assessment book to do. (I never thought I'd ever have to go near another assessment book again but well..) He finished it but you've no idea how much energy it took to make him sit the fuck down and focus. I marked his work and then asked him to do corrections. He refused. After much persuading which slowly turned into yelling, I gave up. I told him I'd do the corrections with him. I did manage to get him to sit down but it was the 'focusing' part that was hard.

me: LOOK HERE. I'M GOING TO DO THE WORKING FOR YOU SO AT LEAST TRY TO UNDERSTAND. now tell me, what's 10 x 5?
him: *turns to a girl* what's 10 x 5?
me: I ASK YOU TO ASK HER MEH? ALL I ASKED YOU TO DO IS LOOK! WHAT'S 10 X 5?!
him: 10.......... x................. 5........ HELLO KITTY!
me: YOU LISTEN HERE. WHAT KIND OF RETARDED SCHOOL YOU GO TO THAT THEY TEACH YOU 10 X 5 EQUALS HELLO KITTY?
him: YAH, RETARDED.
me: LOOK OVER HERE.
him: I got no eyes.
me: then what's that pair of balls on your face?!
him: WAH LAO WEI!!!

then he listened for half a second and went back to being a fucking monkey. so I gave up. I threw his book on some random table and left it there and went to teach a girl. While I was teaching her, he crept up behind me and gave me a middle finger. how did I know? the girl snitched on him. I think I must have looked scary or something because when I stood up and told him to go outside with me, he immediately complied. I told the principal and well, I actually don't know what happened. I think she called his mum up (in my personal opinion though, ... why waste saliva? not like they reprimand him or something) and he was then banished from the room. GOOD. if only he showed me the middle finger everyday. things would be so much easier.

The frustrating thing is that this boy, he's not stupid. trust me. he's a hooligan through and through but he.is.not.stupid. What's preventing him from reaching his fullest potential is EVERYTHING. this fucking retard gets distracted by anything and everything. and of course, there's his laziness too. think I'm gonna ignore him from now on. go grow up and sell pirated DVDs or something, okay? thanks.

but negativity aside, there's a few things I love about this job.

1) some of the kids.
2) weekends off/two off days per week
3) the fact that I can leave the house at 9.15am and still reach a little before 10am.
4) I GET TO SEE FIGHTER PLANES/APACHES/HELICOPTERS UP CLOSE FLYING ABOVE.
5) the walks I take when sending and fetching them.
6) lunch is provided AND we don't get our hours cut because of lunch.

it's not that bad right? but I don't think I could do this as a living though. I don't have the patience.  the progress at the gym isn't looking good so I doubt I'll be able to work there next week. but to be fair, she did say after CNY. so yeah.

mother fetched me after work and we had chicken rice at the coffeeshop downstairs. and the chicken rice is making me shit. I feel a second wave coming.

yep, it is.

9:44 PM