Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Teachers day. Woke up LATE! Groggy and dizzy from sickness. Got my ass to school, helped with make-up for the modern dance kids.
Apparently this teacher got help from soooo many other teachers... Comparing to how i was two, three years ago- one person kick all shit.
Anyways, i received only puny ration of presents, not even one from my class. Wasn't even pissed off at all. Got them all from my subclass. Yeah, you can either be the devil or the angel, but you can choose to be one.
So there i am, savoring my little share of gifts, and returned to my room. Only to find out, my gifts were the few most among them. Lol the fate of being a strict and frugal one.
Sometimes, come to think of it, giving presents to teacher is an act of kiasuness. I never get angry or dissappinted if i don't get any. Instead i would feel weird if anyone gives me any. Cuz im so scary. Ya know.
I wonder to what extent do they hate me now. Till im down with flu, they must have cursed me like shit. However, my children from last year did wrote to me how they felt about me... First they thought i was letting out my anger on them, then realized i was just doing it for them. One day, they'll get it. One day.
Can't i get a little face for consolation here? In my own blog for fuck's sake.
