running with scissors

"Berderau darah". Do you know the saying? Well, today I finally understood what it really means. I felt it in my bones. It happened on two occasions. First, students acting out and being annoying, forcing me to refrain myself, with all the patience that I have not to burst into a hissy fit. I even tried my best to stop my body from shaking with anger. You can never let the students know you're vulnerable enough to be hurt by them. Second, a student whose hormones were obviously raging, made very dumb comments and sounds, and even physically grazed me. That one didn't go unharmed. Received hard smacks and excessive yelling and derisive taunts from me. Yes, when I'm mad, not only will I yell but I will mock you and make really, really sarcastic, tangkap leleh punya comments like nobody's business. Plus, I told the boy I was married and if he continues with his behaviour, Imma call my hubby and let him smack you instead. Then only the boy stopped and walked away. Kids nowadays. Unbelievable.

But then again, what's life without a little brouhaha right? NOT.