running with scissors

My 1L still has not improved. In terms of behaviour that is.  And I am tired of yelling and hurting my throat every single lesson. But I learned something today as well. To shut them up, I will only have to lift my pen and write their names on the BKK Form. Their faces would get magically tensed and they would slowly walk to my table and take a peek at the form. They are scared. But I feel like saying, "So what? Awak buat bising, cikgu suruh senyap, tak nak, so padan muka." But of course, I don't. I would just smile. Isn't that what patient teachers do? Yeah.

My 2A on the other hand, gets more cheeky every day but I love it when they get all shy and would look down whenever I call their names to ask "Yes, do you have something to share?" to shush them out. Them kids. They're still so innocent, though they think they have seen and know the world. 

When I came to school in the morning today and saw the students in the morning session, I felt dubiously different. I've taught and only met 13 and 14 year olds for four weeks, so to come across kids around 16 and 17 years of age was sort of a culture shock for a moment. I asked this boy of 4C his purpose of being at Foyer B because my students were supposed to rehearse their choral speaking there, and with a deep voice, he said "Oh we have drama practice." That deep, obviously post-puberty voice kinda startled me a little. Then I saw a bunch of boys messing with one of their friends and the thought that crossed my mind was "Ugh so immature. Diorg igt cool ke buat camtu." And then it hit me why I was dying to get out of school once upon a time ago. Though time is moving rapidly, people surprisingly do not change. Under my breath, I muttered "Ugh I am so over high school." And yet, I am there. I am doing my practicum in an academic institution, specifically a high school, in a span of 3 months. How in the world did I get here?