Today is an ‘interesting’ day.

There are a lot of implications when your timetable is packed back to back of each other, with just an eeny-weeny half an hour break in between.

Amongst them,

Exhaustion…yes ….. that is me today. Mad rush. Overloaded.

Upset too. Kids are misbehaving in class. It’s the end-of-the-day syndrome. All restless and sleepy.

Sick. I am losing my voice – the weapon I can’t afford not to have.

Tuesdays are really interesting and I am energy-less at this point.

But I must write a little something here. A little uncomfortable experience that sets me thinking. Nope, nothing to do with the kids, I’m rather immune about their habits, behaviours, syndromes and whatnots. I’ll deal with them as it comes….Disciplining is bread and butter in classrooms.

It’s about people and work ethics. I shall not divulge about that uncomfortable experience here. We have to be responsible and wise netizens in this ‘www’ age. I will just reflect based on what had happened in relation to myself.

My profession is a demanding one. It needs a lot of passion (or is it patience?) and lots of love and heart to keep you going. I am however sad to see, people losing love and passion wilting away as time ticks by. The rigours of the profession slowly draining away all the essential emotional energy out of you. What does it mean when you start to do less for the kids? What happens if you just debunk the need to do more because the kids are not helping themselves as much as you tried to help them? What happens if you just don’t want to care about them and leave them on their own…. Just like a non-swimmer thrown to the deep seas and have to learn to float or swim on their own there and then…or just to drown?

I hope not to even arrive at that stage. I love students as much as I love Art. No matter what shape and sizes they are in I still love them. Although Some of look like monsters, some bandits, many have horns and a tail and only a few have wings with that halo on their heads…….i still love them, yes I do…

However that is not the issue – it is how you keep this love going? How long will I last? Will what I see today happen to me someday? God knows but I pray not….. I hope my strength, love, passion lives on…. And on….and on…