Just an ordinary day

Set the alarm at 7am last night. But was still feeling sleepy that I didn't get up as I heard it rang half an hour ago. Now I was rushing to the bathroom. Went back again to look at the time. Oh my ! quarter to eight! Only a quick shower for today I told myself. I looked at myself in the mirror. Hallucinating again? I couldn't believe I just see Garfield (when I cry overnight my eyes are no different from Garfield's). I turned on the shower. Aarrrrrrrgh cold water! Made me get back to my senses. Brushed my teeth with my right hand while my left was soaping my still tired body. When I came out from the shower it's exactly eight. Still got more minutes before the guy from the language centre comes to pick me up. Decided to grab a sandwich as I went down to the lobby to wait.....Wait..waiting still... Finally he came.

Had a quick briefing with the center's owner on what to teach and discuss with the students. Said I would have an hour with this group. Entered the room trying to assess each students' abilities. How would I talk to them in the manner that they could understand? These students are in high school but then their English are still limited to yes or no, what's your name, how old are you. How can I be able to explain to them on how to answer these worksheets that were just handed to me few minutes ago? These people really want the quickest way to learn English!

To my next class I went. Curious looking little kids with sunny smiles beaming on their faces. I just love this group! my kids! They're ages range from 4 to 7 years old. I really adore them. It never fails to bring me to the summit each time I hear them talk to me in English. Lovely little kids who want to play and learn English at the same time. But time was so quick. Didn't notice the clock hanging on the wall. My next group of students were already peeping in the window making deliberate signs to send off my little angels as it will now be their time.

The menace group was scheduled to be the last group that I would be going to teach for today. It wasn't even a minute while I was writing on the board when I heard one student cried. Waaaaaaaah!Her seat mate called her a buffalo (for Thais that would be the most offensive term that you could call a person). Went to talk to that naughty boy. Ssshhhhh! told him, "If you call her a buffalo again, then we will have two buffaloes now inside this room. Her and you! Get that?" I gave one sharp look at that boy afterward.That sent him to silence. I gave out some worksheets for them to answer. Everything seemed to be going on quite smoothly. Suddenly all the students from the last row stood up and screamed. Come on what's it this time? One student was teasing his friend and he accidentally hit a plastic cup full of soda with ice. All their worksheets were soaked with green soda. Maybe that's the reason why I was always given worksheets in excess. Ten minutes before 12 they were giving me signs already that they wanted to go home. Told them if you want to go home you would miss the game that I had prepared for this class. That's when they stopped bugging me with their "we want to go home stuff". Oh at last 12 now. I could bid this crazy group adios!