have you ever heard something so ridiculous?
Ha ha ha... Really have no choice but to laugh it off.. the Menace Strikes Again!
If you have been reading my blog regularly enough, you would have known that there is this particular character which really strikes a raw nerve in my life.. or at least for this year of my life. Sigh. In fact, it's not so much this character. It's the freaking mother which is the freaking menace. Today, she struck again.
I went to work in the morning, and as usual went to my pigeon hole to check for correspondences and messages. Saw the message, asking me to return call to the Fucker. Well, I have decided that I would just ignore the call, because NEVER for once was I being made to feel like a human whenever I called her. She would make you wish you never existed on the face of this earth, and make you question your miserable existence. In fact, I'm really beginning to wonder if her "occupation" in the scholl record has been listed wrongly. Perhaps she is a "psychologist" minus the "logist". Her sole purpose in life seems to be making people's lives as miserable as possble. Or maybe it's just me. Well, Whatever.
Anyway, I decided that since it was so early on a Friday morning, I was not going to let her spoil my day. Went through the day with the thought nagging aat the back of my head, wondering what the hell was the issue. Anyway, I went up to the hall and saw that the freak's daughter was not in school today. Dammit. It means that she is not feeling well again. And that would probably come back to me, again. Whatever happens, it's my fucking fault. I started thinking back; was there something which I did that may have made the freak angry?....
Maybe it was during TAF club that morning. (Well, in case you were wondering, NO, the freak's daughter is NOT FAT, nor is she obese. She just wanted to join the TAF club and ber "branded", because the Freak said so. She said "why can't you understand that it was a social thing that he daughter would just want to be with her freinds? Why is it NOT ok for her to just join for fun and leave if she deosn't like it?")
Anyway, back to the story. The pupils were playing catching in the hall, and I saw with my own eyes one of the boys catch the Freak's daughter. She flatly denied (of course, duh). But I told her not to be a spoilt sport, and that if she was caught, she should just graciously continue with the game. Maybe it was that. But anyway, the day was fully [acked, and I really had no time to go bother about her for the time being..
Then after recess, the Mother Tongue teacher came running to the class, telling me that she had been asked to call the Freak. (it is a long story how she got involved..but anyway, it suffices to know that she was made to call the Freak). So I asked her to just ask on my behalf what it was that she wanted to speak to me about.
After a while, the MT teacher came back, and said that the Freak insisted on sppeaking to me. She said that what sort of stupid policy it was that the students had to put their water bottles outside the classroom during class time. (Ok. This I have to clarify. At first, pupils put their water bottles with them on the table, but many incidents have happened where the bottle tipped over and spilt. And so I changed it so that the bottles were to be placed on the floor. This time, it was worse. When it spilt, the pupils' bags were wet. So it was decided that they would put their bottle soutside of the class, and go drink water whenever they feel like it. By the way, this was decided long ago...really many many months ago)
SO, she asked what stupid policy it was that pupils had to put their bottles outside the classroom, where it was beyond immediate reach (HUH?! Remind me again, I am not teaching in the school of the physically handicapped students. These pupils have limbs which are very much mobile) of the pupils and that her lil' freak was SOOOOOOO dehydrated when she went home that she fell ill again today. Don't the teachers know that she has just recovered from a throat infection? And if the botttles were outside, why didn't the teachers allow the children to drink water? (EXCUSE MOI, even if I didn't allow other pupils to go drink water, lil' freak, I NEVER DARE to refuse. EVen if she asked to go out 10 times, I still say "go". Even if it means that she will go out to drink water, and then spend about 10 minutes outside walking around, looking at the pictures hung outside the classroom; I never day "no" to her) (What The?!)
She insisted that I called her back. I couldn't take it anymore, and I went to my VP for help. Told her the whole story, and asked if she could call the Freak back. And anyway, I had no time to return her call, because after school I had a forum to attend out of school, and I therefore did not call her back.I didn't see the need to send myself for torture and let her spoil my weekend (not that it was not already spoilt)
I mean, what the fuck? Have you ever heard something as ridiculous as this? Seriously... I mean, seriously..
Then, when I got home after dinner with da, I received this SMS on my handphone, from the Freak "This can't be your first job and career right?"
Whatever does it mean? And however the hell did she get my handphone number in the first place? ...Fuck. Fuck her. Fuck school. Fuck her.
Sigh.
God,
Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change (that she is a freaking bitch)
The courage the change the things I can (to ignore the Freaking bitch)
And the wisdom to know the diference (Yup. I sure hope so..)
If you have been reading my blog regularly enough, you would have known that there is this particular character which really strikes a raw nerve in my life.. or at least for this year of my life. Sigh. In fact, it's not so much this character. It's the freaking mother which is the freaking menace. Today, she struck again.
I went to work in the morning, and as usual went to my pigeon hole to check for correspondences and messages. Saw the message, asking me to return call to the Fucker. Well, I have decided that I would just ignore the call, because NEVER for once was I being made to feel like a human whenever I called her. She would make you wish you never existed on the face of this earth, and make you question your miserable existence. In fact, I'm really beginning to wonder if her "occupation" in the scholl record has been listed wrongly. Perhaps she is a "psychologist" minus the "logist". Her sole purpose in life seems to be making people's lives as miserable as possble. Or maybe it's just me. Well, Whatever.
Anyway, I decided that since it was so early on a Friday morning, I was not going to let her spoil my day. Went through the day with the thought nagging aat the back of my head, wondering what the hell was the issue. Anyway, I went up to the hall and saw that the freak's daughter was not in school today. Dammit. It means that she is not feeling well again. And that would probably come back to me, again. Whatever happens, it's my fucking fault. I started thinking back; was there something which I did that may have made the freak angry?....
Maybe it was during TAF club that morning. (Well, in case you were wondering, NO, the freak's daughter is NOT FAT, nor is she obese. She just wanted to join the TAF club and ber "branded", because the Freak said so. She said "why can't you understand that it was a social thing that he daughter would just want to be with her freinds? Why is it NOT ok for her to just join for fun and leave if she deosn't like it?")
Anyway, back to the story. The pupils were playing catching in the hall, and I saw with my own eyes one of the boys catch the Freak's daughter. She flatly denied (of course, duh). But I told her not to be a spoilt sport, and that if she was caught, she should just graciously continue with the game. Maybe it was that. But anyway, the day was fully [acked, and I really had no time to go bother about her for the time being..
Then after recess, the Mother Tongue teacher came running to the class, telling me that she had been asked to call the Freak. (it is a long story how she got involved..but anyway, it suffices to know that she was made to call the Freak). So I asked her to just ask on my behalf what it was that she wanted to speak to me about.
After a while, the MT teacher came back, and said that the Freak insisted on sppeaking to me. She said that what sort of stupid policy it was that the students had to put their water bottles outside the classroom during class time. (Ok. This I have to clarify. At first, pupils put their water bottles with them on the table, but many incidents have happened where the bottle tipped over and spilt. And so I changed it so that the bottles were to be placed on the floor. This time, it was worse. When it spilt, the pupils' bags were wet. So it was decided that they would put their bottle soutside of the class, and go drink water whenever they feel like it. By the way, this was decided long ago...really many many months ago)
SO, she asked what stupid policy it was that pupils had to put their bottles outside the classroom, where it was beyond immediate reach (HUH?! Remind me again, I am not teaching in the school of the physically handicapped students. These pupils have limbs which are very much mobile) of the pupils and that her lil' freak was SOOOOOOO dehydrated when she went home that she fell ill again today. Don't the teachers know that she has just recovered from a throat infection? And if the botttles were outside, why didn't the teachers allow the children to drink water? (EXCUSE MOI, even if I didn't allow other pupils to go drink water, lil' freak, I NEVER DARE to refuse. EVen if she asked to go out 10 times, I still say "go". Even if it means that she will go out to drink water, and then spend about 10 minutes outside walking around, looking at the pictures hung outside the classroom; I never day "no" to her) (What The?!)
She insisted that I called her back. I couldn't take it anymore, and I went to my VP for help. Told her the whole story, and asked if she could call the Freak back. And anyway, I had no time to return her call, because after school I had a forum to attend out of school, and I therefore did not call her back.I didn't see the need to send myself for torture and let her spoil my weekend (not that it was not already spoilt)
I mean, what the fuck? Have you ever heard something as ridiculous as this? Seriously... I mean, seriously..
Then, when I got home after dinner with da, I received this SMS on my handphone, from the Freak "This can't be your first job and career right?"
Whatever does it mean? And however the hell did she get my handphone number in the first place? ...Fuck. Fuck her. Fuck school. Fuck her.
Sigh.
God,
Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change (that she is a freaking bitch)
The courage the change the things I can (to ignore the Freaking bitch)
And the wisdom to know the diference (Yup. I sure hope so..)
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