Saturday, January 06, 2007
suddenly i thought of mrs prama, our discipline mistress in rgs.. i wonder if she's still in rg and if she's still the discipline mistress now.. we used to think she was super strict and ya, of cos everyone hated discipline mistresses..
there was this time, in either sec 3 or 4, when we went to msia for e junior open during the hols.. and bx and i dyed our hair.. i had one super cool blonde streak across my fringe (oh man i miss it..!) but of cos we can't go to sch with dyed hair.. so on the last day of hols, i bought some dark brown dye to attempt to dye my hair back to e original colour (which is not black).. but some chemical rxn took place and my whole head turned auburn! and it was too late to buy any other dye cos i dyed my hair super late at night so that i could have my super cool fringe for a few hours longer..
so i went to school looking like a chao lian with auburn hair. and of course, chao lians stand out in the carpark.. so i got called out to see mrs prama after morning assembly.. i mean.. yeah i should have expected it.. but still.. god knows how frightened i was la! i think i was close to tears lo.. i was just a rebellious kid who wants to rebel but was scared of the consequences.. i was thinking to myself this time sure die one.. confirm get booked or kena detention and scolded like shit lo..
but no! mrs prama was very nice about it! to my utter shock.. she was like "girl.. why is your hair this colour?" and i think at the time i was almost gonna cry.. then to my surprise she went, "its the 1st day of school, so i'm not gonna book you. but i'm giving you a deadline. get your hair back to the normal colour by tomorrow and come and see me again ya?"
oh my god. how nice was that?
my impression of her changed totally after that. suddenly, she became more human, not just this cold-blooded figure standing at the podium everyday scrutinizing the girls with eagle eyes, jumping at any opportunity to book them. yeah.. she won my respect.. this is an instance of how a teacher can make a student learn her lesson, not by reprimanding her, but by giving her another chance.
but of course, some other teachers are not as forgiving..
i think mrs newby the geog teacher had a super bad impression of me larhz.. went into the classroom and made a snide remark about my hair.. and i think the bad impression stuck with her for super long..
there was this time she caught me doing chinese hw during her class ( i had trg later in the evening mah, so must chiong no choice).. she just snatched my book away and glared at me throughout the whole class.. at the end of lesson she said i was to go see her if i still wanted my book.. so yeah, i went to find her during recess which was 1 block of class later.. she took super long to come out.. and when she came out we went to sit at the pavillion.. where she just stared and glared at me the whole time.. and i was so so so bloody intimidated and scared.. and i just kept apologizing profusely.. but she just had no reaction.. she had this smug look on her face and when she spoke, she only said "is there anything else you want to say?"
i mean, what else is there to say? i just kept saying "sorry mrs newby, i won't do it again".. and by that time i was really crying like nobody's business. i was terribly scared lo.. i dun get scolded by teachers often lo! imagine this poor girl sitting there crying and choking and coughing and struggling to say sorry.. while the teacher sits there emotionless and gives the cold treatment. in the end she gave the book back to me in quite a violent manner and asked me to shoo. like literally shoo.
i was still sobbing when i walked up the stairs and met mdm yeo lay, the physics teacher and squash teacher in charge. and the worst thing she could do was to ask me "what happened? are u ok?" oh man. the flood gates just opened once again, and this time i cried till i almost got an asthma attack.. i think she was so so so traumatised la.. she accompaned me to the toilet.. and after like.. minutes of trying to gasp for breath admidst the mucus and tears (i am NOT exaggerating) i finally told her "i got scolded by my teacher". oh shit i feel maluated thinking about it even lo. but surely, a student does not deserve this kind of treatment just for doing chinese hw during geog class right?
i think mrs newby really dislikes me.. the following year when i went back to rg during speech day to collect my prize, i met her on bus 105.. and yeah, she made some real sarcastic comment about me before she got off the bus. and reason being? the plaster i put on my heel to prevent the court shoes from giving me blisters was falling off. yeah.
the worst thing a teacher can do is to give the student silent treatment. its unduly traumatizing and does not serve any purpose except to give her something to write about on her blog a few years down the road.
i have no idea why i'm writing all these. but anything beats studying microb hands down.
listening to hotel california.
"some DANCE to remember. some DANCE to forget." (haha)
if you had to choose either one of the 2, would u want to dance to remember or to forget?
i choose the former. cos at least, there are good memories to hold on to..
