i thnk teaching P1 classes are a joy… they are those innocent boys who wld smile with their toothy grin when they see you… wave and say ‘hi’ acting like they are some angels…. especially those naughty boys… they are those who wld come up and talk to you as if nothing had happened… hahaha… the real joy abt P1 is tt there are only 30children in the class.. i feel that it mks a big difference and it’s really easier to manage…<\/p>\n
teaching P1 maybe more difficult in a neighbourhood school… coz some children can’t even read.. the boys here are obviously smarter… when they get naughty, u raise ur voice and they’ll be damn scared… BUT as boys, they won’t cry… or won’t tell their parents… haha… another way to mk children be afraid is to pull them to corner… scold them with a stern look… using the deathly quiet voice and pointing a finger at them…. i tell u.. it works like crazy… hahaha…. and they will look like they wanna cry… iyoh… tell u… got kick <\/strong>man!<\/p>\n P1 easier to teach… haha… coz whatever composition u give them, you’ll need scaffolding to guide them…in the end, all the compos wll be more or less the same… and they love to colour and draw… heeez…<\/p>\n as the children gets over… they become MONSTERS for example P5 and 6 is HELL<\/strong>.. tt’s when they’ll challenge the teachers…<\/p>\n — soooooooo it’s no wonder tt BH MUST<\/strong> treat me like a princess now… haha.. <\/p>\n similarly, i was reflecting upon my r\/s with BH… i think i didn’t cherish the honeymoon period… and sometimes i dun feel in love… coz we already noe each other…there’s nothing more you didn’t noe…BUT if i didn’t cherish the dating period… next time also no chance already… like… as u get older, you’ll thnk tt it’s silly and a waste of time to invest time to do something sweet or romantic… hahaha… tt’s solely my own opinion… <\/p>\n when BH reminded me tt i gave him ‘The little Prince” storybook and wrote some stuff tt i didn’t even think of writing… i was shocked.. hahaha… the pt is i no longer feel like doing anything for him anymore… :blush1 even talking to him abt my day is also a very sian thing lor…..coz everyday is so routine… <\/p>\n conclusion.. you shld cherish what you haf now…when it’s gone it’ll be too late to regret…<\/p>\n so i am trying to enjoy every moment of reliefing now… i won’t have such luxury of blogging in school while i listen to corrinne may……<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" i thnk teaching P1 classes are a joy… they are those innocent boys who wld smile with their toothy grin when they see you… wave and say ‘hi’ acting like they are some angels…. especially those naughty boys… they are those who wld come up and talk to you as if nothing had happened… hahaha… […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/secret.6eptember.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/242"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/secret.6eptember.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/secret.6eptember.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/secret.6eptember.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/secret.6eptember.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=242"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/secret.6eptember.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/242\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/secret.6eptember.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=242"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/secret.6eptember.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=242"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/secret.6eptember.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=242"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\noh well…it was raining today as my made my way to school… i was wearing sandals… so my feets got alittle wet when i reached school.. then i suddenly thot of my primary school days…when it’s raining, i’ll wear slippers to school… my grandpa or my mum wld carry my sch shoes for me… when i reach school… they’ll clean my feet for me then help me to wear my shoes… hahahaha…. i’m such a princess lor…. to thnk of it.. i kinda miss these times… i was too young to cherish those times i had… :blank1 <\/p>\n