Shitted Day
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Yet another reason to loathe my beloved school – the teachers. Well, one of them, at least. Who knows how many more secretly possess identical vengeful/imbecilic personalities. My [insert subject] teacher called me up at 1.30pm today to ask why I wasn’t at her lesson. Here is the conversation which highlights her vile character, either that or she’s just really, really stupid in the head:
Her: Why aren’t you here?
Me: I’m sorry, I have a Literature lesson at Orchard Road, so I can’t attend.
Her: Lit..era..ture… Less..on.. At.. Orchard.. Road?!
Me: Yes. You can ask Mrs Poon, my Literature teacher. She brought us here to have a Literature lesson.
Her: Mrs Poon? Full name please.
Me: Mrs Celestine Poon. [I was getting a little angry because she was being difficult on purpose. There's only 1 damn Literature teacher in my level, and there's only 1 Mrs Poon in the whole school. So either she's being difficult on purpose, or she is incapable of even remembering her own colleagues' names and professions.]
Her: Where are you now?
Me: I’m at Orchard Road, I have a Literature lesson here.
Her: A Literature lesson? How can you have a Literature lesson in Orchard Road.
Me: Mrs Poon brought the class here for a Literature talk, that’s why I’m in Orchard.
Her: But how can you have a lesson in Orchard Road? She’s conducting a lesson ah?
Me: No, Mrs Poon is not conducting the lesson, I said she brought the class here for a Literature talk.
Her: But how can you have a lesson in Orchard Road, lessons should be in school.
Me: Mrs Poon brought the class to Orchard Road to attend a Literature talk by a guest speaker
Her: But…
[She asks about how in the blue hell could I be in Orchard Road learning about Literature about 100 more times. I must've said the words "Literature", "Mrs Poon" and "Literature talk at Orchard Road" about 394 times.]
Me: I also have a Chemistry lesson until 3pm today.
Her: How can you have a Chemistry lesson today? I asked Mr Tan about the schedule and he told me today to Thursday is free.
Me: Well, Mr Tan isn’t my Chemistry teacher. Mrs Tan is my Chemistry teacher, and she scheduled a Chemistry lesson until 3pm today.
Her: Which Mrs Tan.
Me: Mrs Tan Tsui Fung. [Again, if she was capable of learning her colleagues' names and professions, she would've known that there's only 1 Mrs Tan who teaches upper secondary Chemistry. Thus, I can only conclude that she's either being a dumb bimbo on purpose or genuinely stupid]
Her: From what I know, the Tan Tsui Fung in TK only teaches humanities.
Me: [I was really losing my rag now. Yes, I made a mistake, my Chemistry teacher's name is Tan Siaw Fung, but in the midst of my imaginings to wring this teacher's neck, I momentarily forgot her name was Siaw Fung. However, this teacher should be capable of realising that I was referring to the only Chemistry teacher who had a similar name, but instead of asking nicely and normally, "Oh, you mean Mrs Tan Siaw Fung?", she chose to act like an ignorant retard.] No, there’s a Chemistry teacher with a similar name, she’s the only Chemistry teacher besides Mr Tan in my level.
Her: But I dunno any other Tan Tsui Fung in this school… [Blah blah blah]
[She then tries to pin the blame on me]
Her: I paid a lot of money for you to attend this session you know, then in the end you liddat…
Me: This is not my fault, I’ve already said that my Literature teacher had brought us to Orchard Road for a Literature talk, it was within school hours and it was a school lesson. I’ve also paid for this Literature talk so I could not miss it…. [Getting really infuriated with her apparently low mental capacity]
The conversation went on and on about the same damn thing. She had absolutely no reason to treat me like an indolent pest because I was courteously telling her that I was unable to attend her session as I had a Literature lesson in Orchard Road. However, she decided to doubt the credibility of my words. Either that or the words, “Literature talk at Orchard Road” and “Mrs Poon, the teacher in charge” were unable to register in her thick, unmoving skull.
Surely she is capable of acknowledging her colleagues’ names and professions?
Either that or she’s the one who’s so indolent that she can’t be bothered to remember them.
Thus, I can only conclude that she was being a fat, dumb bitch to me for no particular reason at all. I swear, I must’ve explained why the hell I was in Orchard Road a zillion times and explained who the hell my Chemistry teacher is for another zillion.
I was practically exasperatingly repeating the same words down my phone in the MRT train, I think the other passengers must’ve been annoyed with me. Well, if any of them complain to TK, it was this damn teacher’s fault for forcing me to regurgitate the same sentences over and over again because clearly, information is unable to penetrate through her mind which is probably full of schemes on how to ruin students’ lives.
This isn’t the first time she’s been rude to me.
I think my anger and my complaints about her is justified because she treats me like scum despite the fact that I’ve never done so vice-versa before.
You know what I think? I think she’s simply one of those teachers who feel empowered by their authority which the title of ‘teacher’ holds. They’re the ones who just like to play difficult with students who don’t suck-up to them because all that weight of authority has gotta shift somewhere, right?
They pick out the nitty gritty details which are irrelevant and redundant but necessary in allowing us to understand that we have no alternative but to succumb to their orders, no matter how ridiculous. They choose to ignore the obvious, instead they force us to state it in attempt to put “shame” on us, when all it does is infuriate us.
This is their method of shaming us, whereas their own lives are sad and pathetic. In order to purge their own sorrows, they crap on us instead. They’re just sad, pathetic little people who are unable to realise that they too will die one day and there will be joy upon the news of it. Their ego is so big that they keep dumping on everyone else, until one day there’ll be no one left, trust me.
Bottom line: I hope that she trips over an old man’s spit and falls flat on her face on the road. Then I hope that 10 lorries will run over her head and that bugs, particularly cockroaches and bottle flies, will eat her corpse.
*hugs*