My darlings!!

My cute little girls

My favourites in class. The one in the centre is the cutest baby i haf ever seen!!

This is the whole of my p1 class.

Just some of the girls in my p1 class

It was the last day of school last fri. I must say, I really really miss my darlings in class. The photos here are of my lovely p1 babies. I always call them my 乖宝宝。They are special to me because they are the first bunch who I can call my own. Finally when my contract ended, many ppl asked me whether I haf decided that teaching is for me. When I signed the bond, I must say I wasnt sure yet. But the last few wks of school really showed me wat I was to all the kids. I see my worth in this place now. Its a kind of joy that I never felt before. I never felt I was useful before. I never felt I was indispensable before. In fact, I never knew until the kids wrote to me abt their feelings. Now i understand the teaching slogan "teach, make a difference". I am not an embassador of teaching or wat, but I truely felt the joy in this line now.





On the last day of sch before sch dismissal, the principal accounced to the sch that the day will be my last day as I will be gg NIE. I din feel much initially, until I went to stand nx to my p5 class and I realized a few of them started crying. At that moment, I felt so helpless. I wanted to hug them and say that its alright, I will be back. But first of all, I cant hug them and secondly, I din noe if I will be back.



Now i understand why some stay forever in this line while some cant wait to leave. Its the sense of satisfaction that u derive from the job that set u packing or keep u staying.



I never imagined my kids will cry when I leave on the last day. It made me so sad that I had tears in my eyes too. I cannot let them see me so weak because I cant set the whole class crying too. But I realized that perhaps I din teach the best in the whole wide world, but maybe i mean something to them. This is more den enough to make my life worthwhile.

让我哭吧！

过了半年，自己也不知道为他们做了什么。但这些简单的卡片与小礼物让我感动不已。现在，我知道自己付出的是值得的。 我真的要哭了。。。。。。

Severed finger trauma

Today, I met with sth really traumatizing. At least for me. I was on my way during my free period to the canteen to get some food for late lunch. I was happily gg back to the staff room with my curry puff... when this cute little p1 girl and her friend walked quickly towards me.
She said:"老师......"

She drew my attention to her hand... which was dripping with blood.

Thick Red blood. When I say thick, I mean thick, like mixed with flesh kind of thick.

I took a look at her finger as she raised it high to me. Half the flesh of her thumb was gone from the side. her nail was gone. It looked like a mess of flesh, with a huge chunk missing. The finger looked battered, like it was crushed somewhere. She told me she fell down and her finger was cut by a faulty stone chair.

I tried to hide my shock and fear as I quickly walked with her to the general office. Along the way, she could still tell me "好恶心".

I used strengths perspective and told her how brave she is, not even crying when she is hurt. She nodded and held her tears.

When we reached the office, she still wasnt crying yet. I put my arms ard her and patted her head. I tried my best to comfort her and give her assurance that everything is gg to be ok. The VP suggested we go back to the spot to retrieve the missing flesh. Mind u, its quite big a piece cos half the finger (size of half an adult nail) was gone.

So this male teacher was ard and of cos he was the one to do the dirty job and pluck the flesh from underneath the stone chair. He wore this tortured expression on his face and as soon as he was done, he threw the flesh at me.. Then, this boy called out to me with this plasticky looking thing in his hand. I took a look at it, guess wat? u guys gonna hate me for all the graphic details. Its her full nail with the skin still intact, ard the nail. I almost fainted!!! I had to compose myself and transported the flesh back to the office and found the girl crying already. I think the pain already got to her.

The girl was crying on the shoulder of her sister-cousin who happens to be a p3 girl in my sch. Nx amazement, the p3 girl comforted her little cousin-sister and stroked her head , holding her entire body in her arms. She tried to distract the little girl by asking what was it the last time that the girl drew and wanted to show her before. I was pretty stunned that a p3 girl can haf such maturity to noe that she needs to distract the little girl to help her forget the pain.

Later, the mum came and first thing the mum did was to scold the girl for running, therefore falling. But fact is, she did not run. And with that severed finger????? Why scold anymore?

She left for KK hospital and I went back to the staff room with my curry puff. I stared at the curry puff and shuddered as I rem the battered finger. Thats the worst meal i ever had.