Wednesday, April 15, 2009 @7:09 PM
Today, my dear friends, was the first time in years that I swore, and the first time ever against a teacher.
Seriously now. Being an educator in the faces of one's students, one either earns their favor or commands their respect. I know a Madam Tan Mui Hong who does the former, a Sir Tan Puay Hock who skilfully prefers the latter, and perhaps a Sir Law Hock Ling who is capable of both. Inevitably, there has to be the few who can do neither.
It is fine if one occasionally delays our recess by five, ten minutes, even so if one interrupts a presentation to bring up a vital point we might not know. But everything non-pleasurable to extreme is detestable.
To constantly and shamelessly eat into our recesses and lunches by half an hour or more, and without displaying a hint of guilt or at least a silent obligation of making it up, but rather the 'okay, I've just eaten pretty much all of your Lunchbreak, you have five minutes left, good luck catching the vendors before they close!' attitude before strotting off. Not once, not twice, but thrice. Just because you're free and ate your recess and have nothing to do during lunch doesn't mean you can assume the rest are just as comfortable okay.
And to constantly interrupt and add on to presentations when clearly, the presenter already has that point in his next sentence. To interrupt abruptly is one thing, to insert a point or two is another, but to rant on and finish the explanation for the presenters (on a time limit, too) is a whole new level of 'crude'.
So yes, today was the first time I actually showed some attitude to a teacher. But when I was running around school, I felt a bit bad. Why? I've figured out. If a fool has a certain mindset, personality or not, and it gets on everyone's nerves, inevitably one will feel a sense of dread. But nonetheless, to despise for a natural flaw is excusable, but to criticize is against my sense of honour.
Yes, yes, the Evil One has a sense of honour. Surprise, surprise!
Its fine to secretly house thoughts of dissent and malice against such foolish individuals, to offer a
riposte or two should they initiate a verbal joust. But to criticize, to insult, to judge. To find fault with a fool for his ignorance. To scold a scoundrel for his lack of self-understanding. That's pretty much like kicking below the belt, if I may say so myself.
If there is one thing I learnt, thoughts amount to nothing; only action is recognized.
So yes, essentially I was looking forward to having a meal in school because I didn't eat breakfast, but because of a certain educator, I missed my recess, skipped my lunch, and was forced to wait until 3:25 before I rushed to the canteen, only to find all food-on-plates was sold out, and to settle with a small burger before I rushed for CCA.
So pardon me for being in such a bad mood.
That fool.