Saturday, April 26, 2008

Heart of Darkness

"because iniquity will be multiplied, the love of many will grow cold" Matt 24:12


And yet again there are attempts to forage into alien territory. The mystery and thrill. But I'll try to keep my soul.


But I'm left with questions. In the pursuit of such, one wonders if there is more. This of course was fomented by a conversation with one South African, who seemed, or at least was ostensibly principled. Some are putting money on the complete erosion of such in due course; as ever, flesh and spirit wrestle.

And I should so do a cafe del mar outing soon.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Ouch.

And I've got out of M, exploiting the 24-hr termination clause, and will be on my way to innova to teach GP, so hurray, cos I get to see my debate kids abit more.

There's a downside to it though.

Even though I did not explicitly suggest it, I think it was implicit in my communication with the HOD English in M that my stay would be until the end of term. This sudden departure I would therefore assume, can be construed as irresponsibility on my part. She was cordial, but made an effort to let me know she was "disappointed".

I don't know if this sounds awful, but I guess I wasn't really bothered by her complains, which revolved mainly about how she was seriously understaffed.

It was in my opinion that my stay in M was of no benefit to me, and as much as I find teaching sec2 boys nostalgic and possibly fun, the constant need to discipline them was quite tiresome, and put next to GP that I taught at VJ, teaching letter-writing and descriptive essays seemed awfully boring.

So there I was, glad that I've decided to get out of M and Sec2 English. Glad until an old schoolmate found out I was leaving, for the reasons as above explained and commented that I was only thinking of myself, which was true, but a non-issue for me until he perspicaciously commented on something I was oblivious to, that I had not considered the welfare of the kids I was teaching. Ouch. That pricked, alot more than the fact that I was self-centred.

I was quick to want to defend myself by saying they did not really need me because everything that needed to be taught was taught(though I had not the chance to say it because he had to rush off some place else), but I guess he was right. I did not think of my students one bit when I planned to leave.

Regardless of whether they needed me (and I hold the opinion they do not), I guess he aptly pointed out the selfishness on my part in not thinking at all of the students. That being the reason for the above mentioned ouch.

I know it's not an excuse, but in my stint at M, I've incorporated the rather detatched attitude I took in the army from the ideals of the job(though suprisingly not with innova debate, love me kiddies there). Argh. I would think this sort of expectation management might me more apt when I graduate, not that I will really be "reasonable doubt for reasonable fee", but I am certain I'll be sorely disappointed if I do not mitigate exepctation.

Oh well, at least for the moment, inasmuch as I will relish the fun from this new job, I will make a concious effort to be more bothered at the new school.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Busy

Wa, life has suddenly shifted into full gear. Busy busy busy...

Monday, April 7, 2008

Distraught

Goodness, I feel awful. Whenever the images somehow flash in my head, it's morbid. Somewhat like the way I felt when I found out about Sylvia Plath's life or read and watch material about Rwanda, genocides, shit like that. That squrim in the gut, the want to cringe, to turn away, to yank at my hair. Fuck.

I really need some kind of catharsis. Not that I ever want to disclose the details of why I'm distraught because of the delicate nature of things, but I sometimes in these cases wish that there was a God to help sort these messes up. Fucked in the head. And then there are times when I suddenly feel an urge to slam the base of my palm into the throats of the perpetrators of the wrongs. To tell them to stop fucking around. Fuck.

On a lighter note, I went to boys(i.e. gay) night at St James with geri and her friend to look-see abit. It's abit weird and amusing to have the tables turned. Kind of like National Geographic's hunter hunted. Had to go: "whoa mate, straight!" more than a couple of times. Lol. It turned out to be decently fun and rather unusual. But kudos to the gents who have the balls to have their fun and be themselves.

And shit, I've got my kids' speeches to vet, rebuttals to do, get up at 5-fucking fifteen to get to VJ, and I need to side part my hair and look neat and tidy for the teaching thing. Oh well, need the cash. And as for the emo-ing, I don't think I can do much about this. Which is why sometimes, being religious might be better because at least you have the hope that God can somehow turn things around. Arghs.