okay let's erase one of the options. no gms for me. i guess they figured i didnt want it that badly. which was true, at that point. no news is always bad news.
teaching at rgs is..like stepping into your past, and having everything inversed. i now know why the general office extends all the way out stretching across the carpark. it's really a longlong way down. discovered it when i had to report to the nelson room for a form teachers' meeting. i shall wander down that path some other time. didnt have time to investigate fully.
now i feel like i really know the rgs building well. the staff room's not as amazing as i pictured it to be, rather cramped in my opinion, never knew there were so many teachers!
and talking to the math teachers who used to teach me and the neighbouring classes, and the teacher's from lower sec and those who recognise me, a whole new experience. cos suddenly, you're no longer a student to them. but of cos, they'll always be my teachers. there's no way i'll suddenly start calling them chye choo and mui tiang and soh lian. that's wayy to strange. much more comfortable with addressing them as mrs leuar mrs tan n mrs ban. teachers are supremely nice people. perhaps i'm biased. my teacher-parents are downright nice people. so that's that. and the biscuits in the pantry are evilly tempting. unwanted calories!
i brought home marking, something i told myself i didnt want to end up doing. work is work. but i'm worried for my sec1s and their upcoming SA test! so yeah. i have to return it to them asap! my sec2s are stronger in math though.
and.ink .markers run out really fast when you're doing math on the whiteboard. problems.