Yes, it’s written in all caps.
It’s my second year as a high school teacher in *toot*, and so far, things have been going fine. My tolerance level when it comes to withstanding the kids and their overly hyper nature is still in tact, and it has gone to the point wherein I am already numb. Somehow, I tend to show that I barely care about things, and I don’t like that to happen. I still like to care about what they’re doing, but several circumstances make me feel like I shouldn’t.
Last year, our section held a Christmas party, and the other section didn’t. Some of the kids in the other section dropped by in our room to join in, and it was fine. Christmas party last year was fun.
This year, we decided to hold a Christmas party in both sections. We only have one Christmas party to join in, and […]
From Anne
If there’s anything in the world that I hate, it’s surely the part when my time is wasted.
I went to PNU today in an attempt to attend my classes regularly. I have already been absent for two meetings, and if I incur another absence, then I would surely hit the rock bottom and I have to drop my two last subjects. I didn’t want that to happen, so I woke up early and ate my breakfast while I was still half-asleep, did the routines, and I was off to school (funny enough that I wasn’t sleepy when I was in the bus).
After eating a burger, I spotted my former classmate Pam, and I greeted her. Then, she told me,“Bakit ang aga mo dito? Walang pasok sa Educ8… ay, teka, sa min wala, second subject namin siya, pero sa inyo, di ko sigurado. Text mo na rin.”
I was deeply appalled upon […]
From Anne
I tried to be inspired last week so I tried writing a very absurd poem. I wrote this last Friday, I think.
Poem for the Absurd(A Very Miserable Attempt to Write a Poem)
My poetic instincts are kicking inSlapping me hard in the face with his hand;It left a mark, and when I touched it,I realized that it was nothing more than an insect bite.I scratched it and my cheeks grew red,Redder and redder each day–I went to the doctor to have it checked - -He slapped my face, it left a markAnd the doctor said: “Writing poems is not a cinch,But that itch, my dear,Will surely make you a witch.”
I know. It’s very weird. Find the symbolism, though.
It’s been a while since I haven’t written anything. I haven’t written a short story so far. My last short story to date was the one I wrote for Creative Writing class when I […]
From Anne
Dear D.U.
I know that at this point in time, you will not be able to read this, since the word ‘blog’ is not even existent in your vocabulary. Your laugh box is extinguished because I think you rarely have even a little bit of humor in you. You are like Squidward to my Spongebob, the stepmother to my Cinderella, the queen of hearts to my Alice in Wonderland, and Ms. Minchin to my Sarah. You come in many names, but your guise is one and the same.
You come to us with your cold stare, with one look you could turn everyone into a block of ice, while in the sound of your footsteps, every being cowers, and the others collapse.
Well, let me tell you now, D.U., that you have hurt some people. They’re not telling you that you have hurt them, for fear that nothing can be done anyway if […]
From Anne