fluxed

I have asked this question billion times already and yes I am not giving up yet. What is wrong with my blogger desk?? I have been experiencing the same thing over and over again. Can anyone please help me. Will making a new blogger account solve the problem?? Should I try Python if it is the only way? Okay now that is the dumbest question ever. Obviously its not the end of the world, and Python is my last option.

Am I in love or what? or am I just at the height of my emotional arousal to even ask this kind of stupid question?

Talk about heightened emotion, last monday night I was so bombarded with noise and stress. My students were the noisiest. While I look at them, listen to them, I felt that they haven't reached maturity. I know its very wrong to look at them that way, but I lost my patience, and I cannot contain my emotions anymore. So I gave them my piece. I told them how they are similar to elementary students, or worse than elementary students who cannot even shut their mouth up. I was really pissed that I lost my composure. After the class, they asked for a group picture which I denied, and instead told them "kamu lang, wala ko sa mood." I hate turning them down like that, but I was already at the height of my emotions and I was on the edge of hardly containing them.

I so wanna apologize with what I did. I'm sure they understand, because I can see it from their faces. Hai naku, I just wanna forget about it.

I know I have been very busy lately I that all I wanna do is have a time for my self to reflect about me and the things I did, enjoy a moment with my self, and be vain for a while. So here is another justification of my vanity, and my crazy-creativeness. LOL

uhhh uhm..which reminds me of my narcissistic nature..Oh Freud what have you done!?

Two of them keeps on picking each others beaks like they were kissing. while the other one has no partner, he remains silent and just playing, flying and doing weird stuffs, just like a single person does--talk about me, I'm proud I'm single because single is sexy. lol

He is the joker. I call him Mr. Joker, batman's nemesis. He is Micheal's. He is the guardian of Micheal's and my table (since we share one table) inside the faculty room when we are away. Mr. Joker knows what I am doing, what I am studying and my teaching-related activities. So thank you Mr. Joker for keeping our things safe.

It starts with E,

EDUCATOR

I feel the pressure people!!!--the pressure in my line of work. A teacher that I am must learn to be flexible. I am not sporty but I have to learn about sports especially that the Intramurals is only a few weeks from now, and I am the fuckin coach.

I must be innovative enough especially that I have classes with no permanent classrooms yet so we have to transfer from one classroom to another just to finish what needs to be done.

I love my students that I will not sacrifice them for anything else. Being an educator is the real challenge for me. Indeed I feel the pressure but I am loving it the way I am loving my students.

Oh yeah, this just give me an idea about taking pictures for tomorrow's badminton tryout. cool! :)