Decided to post MISS NEO's message to us cause it lik soo cute, funny, touching etc, etc. WHOO~ ((:----------------------------
Hullo my beloved 1-Dearest!
It's your EX-teacher Miss Neo here.
Yup, ex- already.
Sorry that this email is waaay overdue,
I'm such a terrible procrastinator.
(Please donot be like me and do all your homework on time.)
Anyway, as I told you guys the other day, 10 weeks ago,
I was really kind of nervous about starting teaching,
and part of me was filled with dread
because everyone knows
students LOVE talking during class,
untucking their school uniform,
talking back to teachers, not listening to teachers,
never doing their homework,
etc etc...
True enough, I was not proven wrong.
In addition to the above list,
I found out that students also harass
poor relief teachers during class until
Poor Relief Teacher loses her voice entirely.
When Poor Relief Teacher lost her voice,
students also apparently found it VERY FUNNY
and mimicked Poor Relief Teacher's croaking.
Students also apparently are allowed to now
ASK THEIR TEACHERS FOR ANSWERS DURING TESTS.
A certain student
(whose name shall be withheld as he is a minor)
whom we shall, for example's sake, call MATTHEW
can even ask Poor Relief Teacher to give him the answers for
TOMORROW'S TEST.
Wonderful, eh?
Why not students set their own tests next time?
Suggest to the Principal?
After all, according to a certain student
(whose name shall also be withheld as he is a minor),
the entire school runs by Richmond Time.
Lessons only end and begin when Richmond says so.
When Poor Relief Teacher tries to get
Anonymous Noisy Class' answer
by banging her bottle on the table,
certain students seem to find it so damn amusing
that they cannot stop laughing and in the end,
make even more noise.
Once, Poor Relief Teacher tried to bang her marker on the bottle
and the cap flew off and a certain student
(whose name shall also be withheld as he is also a minor)
whom let's just suppose is called Toby
laughed until he collapsed from his chair and
Poor Relief Teacher was so alarmed
she wanted to call the ambulance.
Not to mention all the times when
Poor Relief Teacher
shouted and shouted
until she really feared that she might get throat cancer
and die because of all these little monsters!
So all these, plus countless other incidents made
Poor Relief Teacher understand why other teachers
told her that kids these days are
little terrors and agree with them.
But then,
Poor Relief Teacher was not that poor thing after all...
Being a student myself,
I know and understand
how lessons can get soboring and terrible
especially when you don't understand the subject
and
ESPECIAL-SPECIALLY
when your teacher is boring and droning
on and on and on and on,
and you suddenly discover that your teacher's voice
is the best lullaby in the world.
The only way to make lessons more exciting and interesting
is by talking to the teacher, right?
While I would have preferred if you kids
had talked to me in the sense
that you kids
ANSWERED THE POETRY QUESTIONS I ASKED,
I must admit that I really found your class
a very interesting class to teach.
Your class was the noisiest class
and that meant you ALL liked to talk alot
and ask me a lot of random questions.
Even when we were discussing poetry,
you all managed to distract me until I ended up
talking about something random,
or irritate me so much that
I had to resort to using minor vulgarities
(which made things worse,
because the BOYS,COUGHqingangCOUGH will all
take that as a cue to start swearing),
or irritate me until
I had to transform from Kind Relief Teacher into
SuperSarcastic/Talk-like-a-train Relief Teacher.
But I guess that helped relieve
my boredom too from having to
repeat the same old things again and again and again...
I found myself looking at my schedule,
staring at the words '1D' and thinking to myself,
"Haha, 1D again! I wonder what nonsense they're gonna amuse me with today man..."
I don't know how I got to know your class better,
but I remember once when
I bumped into some of you girls in the canteen!
I think that you girls were very sweet to have lunch with me too
(even though a certain person whom
we shall call Sabrina for short
STOLE MY PHONE AND STOLEMY NUMBER.
Invasion of privacy & Theft - I can sue you.)
even though it must be pretty uncool
having lunch with a boring old teacher like me,
but you girls were telling me really funny stories about
your old teachers and your class.
Through the way you all talked about each other,
I realised that what made your class
a little different was that you all were really bonded,
whether it was bonded AGAINST poor teachers or
bonded to help each other.
There was a certain warmth in the way you spoke of your class,
and of your classmates,
which I found really touching.
Added to that, I really did feel
a sense of kinship towards your class.
Your class is generally considered
mischievous and a bit playful,
but when I was a student,
I seemed to end up with teacher problems every year.
Not just me,
but my whole class.
We were always very playful
and outspoken and mischievous,
always always alwaysplaying pranks with the teachers.
E.g., in Sec 1, my form teacher was
VERYVERY short.
Like only aboutfive apples tall.
Then she always adjusted the teacher's chair
to make it the maximum height,
but everytime before her lesson,
we'll adjust her chair
to make it the shortest height
and hide all her cushions.
But she wouldn't know,
so when she sat down for the first time,
only her head could be seen over the table.
FUNNY RIGHT.
Hahaha, but damn terrible lah.
My poor sec1 teacher retired from
teaching one year after teaching us,
which I hope was a coincidence.
In Sec 2,
we had a new teacher as our form teacher.
She hated us cos we always called her hum chim peng behind her back
(she really lookedlike a hum chim peng).
Then sometime in July,
we got bolder and when
she asked us to answer physics questions,
we will purposely throw inthe words
'hum chim peng' in our answer.
E.g. "What is the answer toQ2?"
"Dunno leh, teacher.
Cannot think now.
Dunno why I see you I suddenly feel very hungry,
like I wanna eat hum chim peng like that."
She eventually figured out hum chim peng was her nickname,
and she scolded us till she cried in August
and she walked out halfway of our class
to go directly to the vice-principal's office
to quit being our form teacher.
Sia la, damn drama right?
But that hum chim peng really a bit siao ting tong one...
I got many more stories of my terrible childhood
which really is enough to fill a book.
Like I said,
I was always a bit of a shitty student cos I got bored very easily.
Almost all my friends were as playful as me
(many were worse)
and so we got our fun from talking to teachers and
trying to piss them off,
or make them talk about something else in a bid
to make lessons more fun.
So,
like I said, I understand that poetry is a little bit hard to grasp,
so I tried my best to make my lesson delivery more casual
and not so teacher-y.
If I had more time to plan my lessons,
I would have thought of better ways to teach you guys,
and not always make yall do class discussions.
Although acting out the poems was pretty fun, huh?
(When i say poetry you say SLAM!!!)
So here, I realise that my email is super duper long and
it's probably as boring as your comprehension passages.
I'M SORRY...
At least youdon't have to summarise this into 140 words.
Although, I guess it could be summarised in 1 word: longwinded
Okay, my main point here:
Your class has really been an utter joy to teach.
I'll often tell my friends about the funny things
your class says/does during my lesson
and they think you all are super cute.
(But you all are not cute.
'Cute' is for babies.
You all are COOL. 'Cool' is for mature kids &adults.)
I looked forward to going to your class,
and when I was struck down by that irritating illness,
I was really very sad cos I couldn't go teach you all.
Anyway,
even though my doctor gave me M.C.
and said I cannot go to school,
I felt that you kids would definitely be better medicine
than staying at home and sleeping all day.
(Event hough I'm sorry I passed my virus to you,
my poor LA rep Qinting! I will buy you
a box of honey stars again if you want ok...
sorrysorrysorry!)
Which was really true,
cos even though you all made fun of my stupid voice,
I was very touched when you all sent me msges asking me to take care -
see that's what I meant by your class being
very warm and sincere
and doing sweet little gestures like that.
I know you guys went through
a minor rough patch in the past few weeks,
but you all stuck together and saw out the problem as a class.
Some of you were especially sweet to comfort
your friends when they needed a shoulder to cry on
and it made me really happy that you were there
to offer your friend a shoulder to cry on,
or just a listening ear.
And what your class did for Teacher's Day for me
was really awesome.
I was reallyreally touched and happy
that your class did everything together,
like writing all the sweet little notes to me in the album,
like shouting HAPPY TEACHERS DAY in the video,
writing all those messages
in the powerpoint and staying back as a class
to surprise all of us teachers
(and take the chance to finally dump rubbish on us,especially ME, right!!! Hahaha.)
Not forgetting those people who
went the extra mile to plan the surprise
(hello Creshelle & Qingang),
to do the video (hello Richmond),
to do the album thingy (hello Shafaye)
and all of those who stayed back to blow balloons,
hang streamers,
cutpaper,
and those who stayed back to do the unpleasant task
of cleaning up the dirty classroom!
It was really the BEST
and most UNEXPECTED surprise of all
and I could not smiling the whole day
because you kids are really the sweetest kids.
I really want to adopt each and every single one of you.
How can kids be so lovable!!!!!
You kids are really amazingly wonderful lah, to plan and execute such a wonderful surprise.
It really is one of the best surprises of my LIFE!
And on my first and last Teacher's Day...
And of course I gotta thank ALL OF YOU who bought me presents.
Those who didn't leave your names on the wrappers - it's a pity!
I wanted to know who gave me what
so I could look at them and remember you all forever.
But I really must say,
opening my presents made me feel like
it was my birthday all over again!
I was really SUPERDUPER touched with all my gifts.
Veryveryvery adorable soft toys,
and FUNCTIONAL gifts which made me super
pleased cos I can bring all my mugs and post-it rollers and lotions and stationery kit and small bag over
with me to England to use,
and of course all the lovely display items like the slippers,
the stars,
the caterpillar paper holder,
which I can puton my desk and admire forever,
and the nice accessories that I can wear and look cool with.
Not forgetting the yummy chocolates and homemade cookies
(I beat up my friends when they tried to steal my cookies.
Bloody thieves.)
and also the very useful Strepsils for my still horrible throat.
Also, I really ADORE the album!!!
I LOVE the superman with a C sign.
(I am going to print a t-shirt with it. Hehe!)
But what touched me more were
all the messages you all wrote which made me laugh to myself
like a maniac when I read it in the staffroom,
which made me go "awww shit, damn sweet!"
out loud
when I continued reading it in the cab,
which made my jealous friends go
"wah, your students sound damn nice,
they want you ask them take lah,
we don't want to friend you already."
Hahaha.(Okay I am ending, I realise it's loooong)
What I hope for you all,
my personal 1-Dearest is really that
you kids do well in life.
I hope you all will never lose this sincerity
you have in dealing with all your teachers.
I hope you all have wonderful inspirational teachers
(like me, AHEM. hahahaha!)
because I seriously think you kids
deserve only the nicest teacher!
I hope you all don't get boring old farts
to teach you boring subjects.
I hope you guys continue to be united
and that you will be there for each other no matter what.
I know some of you have your differences
with each other and that's natural since
if we all got along there would be no wars.
It's just that I hope that
you guys will not ignore a classmate if you ever see him in trouble.
By trouble,
I don't mean like getting robbed or getting abducted by aliens.
If you see your classmate being quieter
or more depressed than usual,
I hope you will take the time to ask him/her if anything's wrong.
If you see your classmate struggling
in a particular subject which you happen to be good in,
I hope you offer your help to him/her.
To me,
friends are one of the most important things in life.
You spend so much time
with each other that they're almost like family.
I consider some of the friends
I've known since Sec 1 to be my bestest friends,
because they're the ones who have seen me through
bad hair and braces,
tantrums and troubles,
and when I felt like my parents
didn't understand me
and my teachers had forsaken me,
the only ones
who encouraged me and
dared to scold me and pulled me back when
I was drifting from my path were my friends.
Okay, this has been a ridiculously long email.
I think I spent over an hour typing it.
Wtf, man!
I shall stop here,
because I'm sure most of you
would have lost interest in it already.
Hahaha.
Maybe I will send more emails to you guys
when I'm bored and lonely in England
and missing the very warm and noisy 1D classroom.
I hope youguys don't forget me,
because even though I'm your ex-teacher,
I hope that you guys will consider me
a Friend
from now on.
If you ever need help with anything,
I am only an email away
and I swear I will help you
(except if you email me for help with maths/science,
then sorry I think I will make your problem worse).
And also,
I will never evere ver ever forget
the thirty six of you,
because you guys have
REALLY made the last ten weeks at Dunman High
one of the best experiences of my life,
plus you guys gave me such an awesome ending
that when I stepped out of the gate
I
ALMOST
ALMOST
ALMOST
felt like there was water in my eyes
(and you know how I like to act cool
and I think that crying is so not cool).
So, YES.
This is going to be my last paragraph:
I have reallllly enjoyed being your LA teacher,
even if it was onlyfor 10 weeks.
Even though you all sometimes acted like
"colossal cruelogres"
and made me feel as loser-ish as
Timothy Winters
and made me scared of "lessins" in "glassrooms",
and I ended up thinking I wouldbe a "victim of a tale"
(ALWAYSalwaysALWAYS....QUOTE!),
I
reallyreally really do love you guys
and I'll miss you all TERRIBLY : (((((
Lovelove,Miss Neo,
your (ex-) LA teacher
03/09/07
25 June 2007 --- 31 August 2007
(shit this looks like a tombstone, hor?)
X
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Seh rite? is soooo superduper sweet lor.. makes you go "awwwww..." when you finish reading ( for me at least )... be jealous :p
<3 MISS NEO
♥BALLOON BLOWING (:
HAHAS. 
