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On my way home today, I saw this pair of conjoined cockroaches. The Siamese roaches were um, joined at the butt, or whatever that part of their insectoid bodies is.
Hahah fine, maybe they were just mating.

My brother (who's back from Australia, as you recall) bought me this necklace and a pink roxy cap. The previous gift I received was a pink camera from my parents.
Alrighty, I appreciate the thought, and it's not that I don't like pink. It's just time for um, branching out into other colours. I have far too much pink stuff. Very girly. (To which my mom will say, "But you're a girl!")
At least the necklace is pretty, and my brother's sense of what is pretty (or not) has improved. That's something to celebrate, heh.

My first tuition lesson (teaching Sec. 2 English) went somewhat uneventfully, though halfway through the lesson I started wondering what on earth I was doing.
Sometimes parents just have too little faith in their children. Failing an exam doesn't really matter, especially considering the fact that only one student in the entire level passed. (And he/she passed by only one mark. ONE.)
Besides, aren't lifeskills more important than academic achievements?
Grades do help us to get ahead in life, but if the person in question is clueless when it comes to application of knowledge and all the nitty-gritty stuff in life, all the content in his/her head aren't going to be of any use.

Anyway, I felt so lost and bewildered that I headed straight for the library after the lesson to look for books on education.
(Yes, faith is supposed to help, but looking for concrete advice seems to be more practical.)
Two pages into The Don't Sweat Guide for Teachers (by the editors of Don't Sweat Press, very cute indeed), I discovered that the point of teaching is not so much about content as about methods of learning. As in, the teachers who impact students more are those who (via teaching content) show their students how they assimilated what they teaching.
In other words, there is a "personal touch" to their teaching style.

Easier said than done.
I just keep trying to remember the "don't take yourself too seriously" mantra passed on from my teacher, who got it from his teacher.

With that, I end this post, 'cause my hair is now dry.