Bummed but not too bum-bummed.
Oh boogers. I’m flying in about a months’ time and…I STILL DON’T HAVE MY VISA! Unfortunately I had to renew my passport and to do that I had to wait for my eyelids to subside because I had to take a new passport picture and now I have my passport picture AND my passport but the passport number has changed so my old passport number needs to be changed on my CAS statement and I paid for my tuition fees about 2 weeks ago but they haven’t received it because the Brunei post is fucking slow as every spawn is fasting or something so they work at half-speed and I want to tuition fees to be reflected on my amended CAS but since they don’t have the cheque yet I’ve asked them just to hurry the new CAS with the new passport number so I can fill in my appendix 8 form and book an appointment to give them my biometric details then all I have to do is wait for my lovely visa to come through but then of course I can’t because…I DON’T HAVE MY AMENDED CAS FORM.
*inhales*
I can’t believe I typed that in one go. No joke. Just a rush of letters going on in my shrinking head.
So that’s my conundrum now. And I’m flying on the 23rd of September. *die*
BUT I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE MY COURSEMATES! I’m so bloody excited but so bloody nervous because I haven’t done half the readings yet and my mind is not absorbing it fast enough and everytime I think about it I panic and a little part of me dies and then I freak out majorly and just watch some fresh prince of bel air videos to calm myself down and before I know it I’m watching seasons and seasons and forgoing my reading and then when I get BACK to my reading, I realise that I have so many plays to read in so little time and I think all my coursemates have got ALL of their books and have started reading but I’ve only bought a measly 2 because S is going to give me one of hers and my Dad is going to pack the tale of genji book from Brunei and I have to order all the rest through Amazon.co.uk because…..THEY DON’T SELL NICK HERN-PUBLISHED PLAYS OVER ON THIS STUPID ISLAND.
*inhales*
All my pent-up frustration. Oh well. I am reading some lovely Restoration plays (which I’ve borrowed from the library to tide me over) and ZOMG I wish we had studied Wycherley instead of all the other stuff we did. Somehow, the language is soo much simpler to understand. Possibly because I’m quite used to reading all this smutty innuendo-ed works. *snigger* I guess I will be some weird kid that enjoys wordy porn. *giggles like a pubescent schoolboy*
SPEAKING of pubescent schoolboys, my teaching gig is FINALLY over. I’m sooo relieved…BUT SO BUMMED! I was really beginning to like all of my students. I had to teach 6 classes, and I think I’ve gotten pretty close to 2 or 3 of them. I guess they’re the ones who enjoyed the drama programme the most. But sometimes I really have to refrain from slapping them from time to time. There’s this really tall & odd china boy in my sec 1 class who keeps called me ‘chio bu’ or something. I think he’s trying to hit on me. Because during my very last class, he kept asking me why I had no boyfriend. I simply said, “I’m just not interested” and his face kind of fell. Poor thing. How do I tell him that he’s trying to hit on a girl who is (mentally) a billion times more mature than he is? Ah well. There’s another boy in the same sec 1 class who reallllly reminds me of myself. The way he carries himself…he has a certain air of…abnormality surrounding him. HAH!
(There’s a girl in his class who is EXACTLY his size. They’re an ideal, short couple. Really. It’s hilarious how much I keep ribbing it in that they’ll get together in the near future. Their reactions? PRICELESS. Girl: PTOOEY! *a spit noise lah* PTOOEY!PTOOEY!PTOOEY!PTOOEY!PTOOEY!PTOOEY! and Boy: HUARH?! NO WAY LAH!)
OH and he asked me the same thing a little while later, when class was dismissed.
Boy: Why don’t you have a boyfriend?
Me: I’m just not interested.
Boy: But WHY?
Girl: Your skin is so nice, ni de tou fa hen mei (your hair is very pretty). How come cannot find boyfriend????
Me: Erm, I’m sure that guys don’t go for girls JUST because they have nice skin and nice hair.
Boy: But WHYYYYYY?!?!!?!?
Me: BECAUSE I’M NOT INTERESTED!
Girl: How can lah? Impossible sia!
Me: …
This is how most of my conversations unfold when I talk to kids. They just can’t wrap their heads around certain things. AND they don’t listen. Always makes for interesting, bloggable material though. HAH! I have more cheeky sec 1s who ask me this:
Girl X (different girl lah): Eh cher, got boys HONG you before or not?
Me: …I’m sorry, what’s ‘hong’?
Boy X: You know, HONG…like…flirt lah!
Me: I’m afraid not my dear.
Girl X: But WHYYYYY?!!?!!?
Me: Because I take any type of flirtation and do this with it! *makes crumpling motion followed by stamping motion*
Everyone: ………orrrhhhhhh……..
HAHAHA.
’nuff said. Kids say the darndest things.
Anyway, the showcase was pretty exciting! Although the sec 1s weren’t as good as the sec 2s, nevertheless students from my classes got picked for Best Actor/Best Actress so I’m soooo happy for them. Heeheehee! I can’t wait to go for the awards ceremony this Thursday where they’ll announce the winners.
So yes, that’s my teaching gig. Fun, full of love and excitement…peppered with some very difficult moments though. I HOPE they’ll email me, because I’d love to keep in contact with them, without disclosing my contact number OR my normal email address OR my facebook page. Goodness. Top 3 questions asked: WHAT’S YOUR PHONE NUMBER? CAN ADD YOU ON FACEBOOK? WHAT’S YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS?!?!
Hurrrrrm. Back to the books.
P.S. I have to get my left eyelid redone. The fold has…unfolded! GAH!
