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last few days i have been on 'biatch' mode..hmm.. i dunno why. must be those long hours and late nights that got me all frustrated. i have held back from scolding them..becoz i actually find them to be really sweet and nice. and seventeen year olds..i reckon i should give them some slack for i remembered while i was that age, we really slacked..ya we did! even if you find it hard to believe that people in our school did. but i guess we could manage by putting all out in the last dash.. but the ones i have before me now, i was beginning to worry if they can make it.

i have told you before that i find them bright. not extremely or genius material but i have faith they can do well in life. they are vocal, they can rationalise and they are not silly muggers with no life (infact they work and play very very hard) and most show a genuine interest in learning but they are put into this system..it's crazy. they dont have a school life..they have a career. a large number of them actually do 12 hour days what with all the commitments..i am just glad i am out of the system. you know sometimes when i leave at 7pm..i see the corridors filled with them, all buried under their notes or having consultation..and these are not your final years..they are the first years! and you know there are a few cases where it gets so bad they have a phobia of the system..and some would take MCs to study for tests..if i can remember, for us, that only happens later part in life...hmm...

so i was saying,that is partly why i allow for some slack..coz fancy having to reach home at 8 or 9pm, and then having to read notes, do assignments etc and then get back the next day in the early hours.

but last two days, i was getting frustrated with one issue and i just had to let it out....oh yes i am capable of it despite my so called demure looks. i had made a boy cried with my scolding. so there. and today the backbenchers moved to the front after my first lashing..and their faces were all so mournful and solemn as if their pet had died. and i felt a slight tinge of regret..they do deserve it but inside me i was going "oh wat a biatch me, wat a biatch, biatch biatch"

*btw, i caught extreme makeover last nite..and i tot abt it..if i can have one wish i want to be a genius..ya hahahah . which is not possible of coz ....honestly, i thk they dont have to work AS HARD as someone half brilliant. unless of coz i am ubermodel gorgeous, tall and all..tho i think wud still choose to be the genius..