Another day
No one told me teaching in Singapore would be so fucked up.
Just because I communicate in Chinese 99% of the time seems to give my students the impression that I'm incapable of enunciating and understanding anything beyond 'Okay' and 'Hello'. My 4E3 Chinese class thus thinks it apt to greet me with a rousing "Fuck you" everytime I walk into the classroom, and insult me with their vernacular expletives. I'm getting quite tired of humouring their rather... trusting natures. It goes against my own principles to allow any student of mine to get away with calling me a stuck-up Chinese tart with rancid genitalia. I'm planning my big 'reveal' ala The Swan, where I shall walk magnificently into class and recite Shakespeare and Donne.
A Chinese national reciting "Sweetest Love I do not goe..." before 40 of the most obnoxious young men imaginable who, prior to the melodrama, thought her incapable of asking for something as simple as directions to the toilet in English. What joy shall fill my heart. Su Xue vindicated!
On a lighter note, I went shopping with Cindy again. The crazy woman blew off $500 out of her bonus buying clothes that, given her current splurge on food, won't fit in a few weeks' time. Poor girl, I should've warned her when she greedily checked out that tacky tank top at MANGO. I've seen her squirm to fit into roomier articles. I smell an imminent date with that James character she picked up last Saturday. He reeks of an un-virgin bastard, if you ask me, the type who likes girls who flash everything there is to flash... makes it easier in the bedroom, methinks.
Poor girl, she's always picking up the trash from the streets. Must have something to do the "whore-complex" she wears about her like cheap perfume.
Ah well.
Just because I communicate in Chinese 99% of the time seems to give my students the impression that I'm incapable of enunciating and understanding anything beyond 'Okay' and 'Hello'. My 4E3 Chinese class thus thinks it apt to greet me with a rousing "Fuck you" everytime I walk into the classroom, and insult me with their vernacular expletives. I'm getting quite tired of humouring their rather... trusting natures. It goes against my own principles to allow any student of mine to get away with calling me a stuck-up Chinese tart with rancid genitalia. I'm planning my big 'reveal' ala The Swan, where I shall walk magnificently into class and recite Shakespeare and Donne.
A Chinese national reciting "Sweetest Love I do not goe..." before 40 of the most obnoxious young men imaginable who, prior to the melodrama, thought her incapable of asking for something as simple as directions to the toilet in English. What joy shall fill my heart. Su Xue vindicated!
On a lighter note, I went shopping with Cindy again. The crazy woman blew off $500 out of her bonus buying clothes that, given her current splurge on food, won't fit in a few weeks' time. Poor girl, I should've warned her when she greedily checked out that tacky tank top at MANGO. I've seen her squirm to fit into roomier articles. I smell an imminent date with that James character she picked up last Saturday. He reeks of an un-virgin bastard, if you ask me, the type who likes girls who flash everything there is to flash... makes it easier in the bedroom, methinks.
Poor girl, she's always picking up the trash from the streets. Must have something to do the "whore-complex" she wears about her like cheap perfume.
Ah well.
7 Comments:
At 9:25 PM,
gunnerer said…
chanced upon this.
real nice.
At 11:38 PM,
Anonymous said…
Oh my god. You're not teaching in SJI are you?
At 12:03 AM,
Su said…
I'm not at liberty to say that... don't you know the severe penalties about blogging *explicitly* about work? Anyway, I think SJI has fine Chinese teachers.
At 12:29 AM,
Anonymous said…
Oh......SJI may have FINE CHINESE TEACHERS, but the school is fucked up. Bloody capitalist school pretending to be all holy and shit. And the words in capital letters do not mean anything.
At 12:35 AM,
Su said…
As a "communist" national, I'm prompted to wave my red little flag and go 'hear hear!'
Correct me if I'm wrong, but there remains little meaning behind the modern Catholic school. I think the facade is just sad.
But don't mind me, I'm just a Chinese teacher...
At 5:22 PM,
tbh said…
No, you're right about the Catholic thing. And you can't be right about teaching in the worst Catholic boys' school in Singapore, assuming that your all-boys' school is Catholic of course.
But that's because *my* former Catholic all-boys' school is the worst of the poor. By a long bloody mile.
At 9:22 PM,
Su said…
Hah. I don't think so.
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