Saturday, 17 January 2015

Not Even That Good

The first week of the new school year is over and the second week is fast approaching. I barely survived my first attempt as a class teacher due to a strained relationship with my Assistant Teacher. My junior teacher is also not cooperating but that is to be expected from a soon-to-be bride who may never have to work for a living soon.

There is no one I could trust at this horrible workplace that I dub as Hell on Earth. I don't have a single friend. Everyone is on the lookout for him or herself only. Who wouldn't be when everyone is led by a general who believes in dividing the masses to conquer.

By local standards, I am not that great as a teacher. I don't tie . I don't hit. I hardly even yell. So why hurt me when I am not even that good? I was allegedly hired to raise the standard of English in the Chinese classes but I have now been made class teacher of a Chinese class and teaching English to only 30 kids in my class! It is a 'promotion' that just doesn't make sense. 

Just one week into the school year and the subtle bullying has already started. I think that I get targeted simply because of who my Mum is but good Lord, I never picked who to be my Mum before I was born! I also believe that I get targeted because I had spent many years overseas previously. This is despite I try to speak more Mandarin, Hakka and Malay to appeal to the locals. This works at the shops with complete strangers but not where I work.

There are also minor set backs in my afternoon gig. 3 students chose not to return to the English lessons. I felt like I have failed as a tutor even though I have 7 new students to replace the 3 that I lost.

I am feeling very low. I just feel like to run away. The Assistant Teacher promised to cooperate before I left for Singapore. After I came home, she had become a totally different person. It is like she has multiple personalities. It is a well known fact that she suffers from depression but after a week of 'tossing' me around, I think that she has more than just depression. It is kind of scary especially because we don't have CCTV in this classroom.

I may need to get out. I may need to seek a different job elsewhere. It is hard enough to look after 30 kids to also look after the Assistant Teacher as well as putting up with a junior teacher who thinks and acts like a shao nai nai married to a super rich tycoon.




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