Apologies
Though it's not really that advisable for a teacher to walk out of a class (is it?), I got really pissed off and wondered what would it feel like if I do walk out from a class (Prof M effect).
I wasn't really that pissed off. I was starting off with my suffixes lesson when, for the third time in a row, I found Jeffrey Busa (special mention!!!) talking to his seatmates. The first time was when I heard him chattering and say something like "Tapos sabi ni Gan'to". I bowed down to enter the conversation with the dialog, "Oh, anong sabi ni gan'to?!!!"
He and his seatmates denied, "nothing, sir. NUTTING."
When it was the third time, I called him to recite and failed to answer my question. I used some reverse psychology by asking, "Do you wanna go out?!"
Somebody from the other side of the room was saying, "YES."
I did not mind that pathetic answer at first. Then, I asked, "Do you want me to send you out of this classroom?!!!"
That shitty voice responded once more, "YES."
I glanced at the source of that frigging voice and asked belligerently, "WHO SAID YES?!!!!!!!"
I knew it was Arjay, my ghetto-blingbling-yo-yo-gangsta student. But he started pointing at other people.
When I'm on a class and really pissed, I go back to my filipino tongue to imply my change of mood, "Ah, so ganyan na lang tayo ngayon?!! Bastusan na lang, ha?!"
I ripped my visuals off the board and left with the last statement, "Magklase kayo mag-isa."
And, I paced out of the classroom as swiftly as I could. I wanted them to think that it was Number Two (you know, hahahaha). But really, I just wanted to have them apologizing and say sorry. AND, I just also wanted to join Gina and Anne in the Reading Area to have lunch.
As I trudged the silent corridor, I heard a male's voice calling me, "Sir! Sir!" Thinking it was my student, I whirled and yelled, "WHAAAAAAAAAT?!!!"
I was suddenly dumbfounded---it was a man on his late twenties, a little of hair and was wearing a blue polo shirt--------------I HAVE JUST YELLED ONTO A TEACHER!!!!
He was handing me over the class record I dropped. I finally found my tongue (it seems to me that I just swallowed it with fear) and apologized to the surprised, astounded, dumbfounded and astonished teacher.
I later found myself having Arjay apologizing to me. I was a little strict when I talked to him. But still, I felt better with the apology---as much as I want that TEACHER to fell better with my apology!!!
I wasn't really that pissed off. I was starting off with my suffixes lesson when, for the third time in a row, I found Jeffrey Busa (special mention!!!) talking to his seatmates. The first time was when I heard him chattering and say something like "Tapos sabi ni Gan'to". I bowed down to enter the conversation with the dialog, "Oh, anong sabi ni gan'to?!!!"
He and his seatmates denied, "nothing, sir. NUTTING."
When it was the third time, I called him to recite and failed to answer my question. I used some reverse psychology by asking, "Do you wanna go out?!"
Somebody from the other side of the room was saying, "YES."
I did not mind that pathetic answer at first. Then, I asked, "Do you want me to send you out of this classroom?!!!"
That shitty voice responded once more, "YES."
I glanced at the source of that frigging voice and asked belligerently, "WHO SAID YES?!!!!!!!"
I knew it was Arjay, my ghetto-blingbling-yo-yo-gangsta student. But he started pointing at other people.
When I'm on a class and really pissed, I go back to my filipino tongue to imply my change of mood, "Ah, so ganyan na lang tayo ngayon?!! Bastusan na lang, ha?!"
I ripped my visuals off the board and left with the last statement, "Magklase kayo mag-isa."
And, I paced out of the classroom as swiftly as I could. I wanted them to think that it was Number Two (you know, hahahaha). But really, I just wanted to have them apologizing and say sorry. AND, I just also wanted to join Gina and Anne in the Reading Area to have lunch.
As I trudged the silent corridor, I heard a male's voice calling me, "Sir! Sir!" Thinking it was my student, I whirled and yelled, "WHAAAAAAAAAT?!!!"
I was suddenly dumbfounded---it was a man on his late twenties, a little of hair and was wearing a blue polo shirt--------------I HAVE JUST YELLED ONTO A TEACHER!!!!
He was handing me over the class record I dropped. I finally found my tongue (it seems to me that I just swallowed it with fear) and apologized to the surprised, astounded, dumbfounded and astonished teacher.
I later found myself having Arjay apologizing to me. I was a little strict when I talked to him. But still, I felt better with the apology---as much as I want that TEACHER to fell better with my apology!!!
