[[ Stickman & Stickbabe ]]

we're just two simple stickpeople who :-
met,
clicked,
hitched,
till death do us part...


[[ All I want in 2007... ]]

Seeing loved ones happy
Mission trips
Have a cute baby
Learn bridal makeup
Speak Camb/Viet
Pay off our housing loan!


[[ Leaving? ]]

~C-Cup : cupcakes from heaven... (perfect 4 parties)
~My Bali Photo Blog
~Melonbabe (my female sibling)
~Angelia (a kid i tutored, who grew up!)
~WZB (a woman with an expensive rock)
~Get Blobbed... (splish splash plop blobbe)
~My Primary School Classmate
~My pescatarian recipe blog
~Simplicity - making a difference in Kenya
~A visually delightful blog of a stranger
~Another visual treat...
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Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Stickman's gone into relief teaching at a horrible school in the west. And every horrible school and student deserves a horrible relief teacher. And every horrible relief teacher deserves advice how to be the worst teacher possible so as not to let the horrible students win.

After leaving the education service for a spell, I thought all negative karma I got from that stinko place would be purged and I would once again have the beautiful dream of a boy throwing dying starfishes into the sea... I even contemplated returning to teach years later after I've had enough of the excitement of my sales job. Saying, "Yoohoo, back again to make a difference!"

*birdie tweets can be heard*
The sun was shining brightly. Merry sounds came from a class getting ready for their PE lesson. Inside another classroom, a class full of happy, mesmerised children looked on as Stickbabe flashed them a dazzling smile. With a toss of her black korean-inspired curls, she says, "Children, today we shall learn about NEWTON's 1st LAW OF GRAVITY!"
*tweet tweet tweet, sounds of gushing streams amid sweet cello strains*

Suddenly my starfish dream took a cruel twist. A starfish suddenly squirted sand into the kind boy's eyes and proceeded to transform itself into a monstrous crab that clipped off quite a bit of his thumb. Dropping it in a hurry, he heard the crab holler, "I rather be crap than be saved!"

So the bad blood is still in me. Hohoho! After Stickman reported how bad his classes were (you and I know bad schools pile relief teachers with the worst shit in the school), I was so riled that all the 'bleep bleep bleep' came out. Stickman was told never to give homework and try not to teach since they don't listen. And to have fun punishing them. And most of all don't ever let the school give him more work than is worth the peanuts they pay him for.

Ultimately, I am not a good teacher because I don't care enough to change students whom I consider to have stupid stinking attitudes. And I don't care if it's because their stupid stinking parents didn't teach them or love them enough. It's the same for my career now. If people with stupid stinking attitudes come to me to buy insurance and expect me to give them discount (bribe), I'll tell them I'll do so only if they include me in their will. It makes sense, doesn't it? I should deserve inheriting their insurance money when they die since they ask for part of my commission.

Perhaps the common denominator in both cases is me! I have the ultimate stinko attitude that I can help others to a certain extent, and thereby you're on your own. But let's remember that my stinko attitude has improved over the years, and that I still harbour hope that one day, I'll return to the education service and throw starfish again. The propaganda has worked.




stickbabe [ 9:15 PM ]