On Eagles' Wings

It's been a while. Don't worry. Just because I'm MIA here doesn't mean my students have formed a revolution against me, abducted me and then tortured me beyond my sanity and then later chopped me up into pieces and dumped my body (or what's left of it) into the nearby big longkang  for making them do ten journal entries during the holidays and some 20-items of subject-verb agreement and past tense verb forms. All I've been doing is just savouring my one-week break from school. :) Honestly, I do feel that we teachers damn well deserve our school holidays. So, shut it, you jealous 9-to-5 office people! It's not like our holidays are completely free. Wanna know what I've been doing? Well, besides watching Fringe episodes lar . I've been writing my daily reflections online for each teaching day in school, writing about what I've done with both my classes, the activities I carried out, evaluating my own teaching and class management. (If

I've just survived a week in school. Honest to God, I don't know how I'm going to survive four months. I'm falling apart, breaking down every few days, stressed out of my mind! I don't know how my dad, and other teachers, can do this every day for the past 30 years. I don't know if I even want to, now. Q has been rather good to me this week. No problems, except for a little creaking and cranking when I turn right, sometimes. @.@ Thank God. Finally, a photo of my baby! :D SMK PP 14(1) is a school with a Malay population of 99.99% (thereabouts. I don't know the exact number). While I don't really have any real problem with that, it has, however, severely limited my wardrobe choices . There is only one single non-Muslim female teacher, who happens to be the Ketua Bidang Bahasa  (Head of Language Department) and every single day (for the past week I've been observing her) she wears a baju kurung . Nothing that doesn't completely cover