Sanctuary 
Of Teaching and Volunteering
Although it is quite evident that this blog has practically 0 readership (hmm I think I will make Ernie read my post later), I shall start to blog again here because I have nothing better to do in school typing induces the growth of fingernails and I have once again bitten them all off.
Really. Nailclippers are only for the big toenails when they grow to unreasonable lengths (i.e. a well placed kick from me would cause an imprint of my nail to be left on your shin), because I am not flexible enough to bite the nails off there, and i am unable to peel them off.
Ok fine. I get bored too easily and bitting fingernails is just another way for me to pass time. Which is why I have to grow back those nails or I'd seriously die of boredom.
So ya, I found my Degree Scroll. My mother had it after all. She hid it away in her cupboard. Goodness knows for what. It's not as if she wanted to keep me at home for the rest of her life - she has been after me to get a job for just about forever. I was right, however, about the temporary clerks in MOE (none of them read this blog, I presume =P). I probably could have gotten away with never letting them see my Degree Scroll by using the I've-already-sent-it-in and the I-never-received-your-letter methods. When I went for the interview, the guy at the counter (whom I assume is a temp clerk, him looking young and dressing rather casually) took all my documents, including the originals, to sort out and check. After my interview, all the originals were returned to me, and I checked with him that everything I needed to hand in was there. He said that it was, and that I was free to go. So I did.
A couple of days later, someone from MOE (whom I also think was a temp clerk, the permanent staff having better things to do than call up errant teachers-to-be) called me on my handphone, and asked me to send in a copy of my IC. I told her that I had already submitted a copy on the day of the interview, and also informed her that the guy who checked my documents confirmed with me before I left that he had all the necessary documents. She insisted that they did not have a copy of my IC, and requested that I fax a copy in. So I did what I normally do to unreasonable people over the phone (grrr I don't have a fax machine leh!) - I scolded her (for losing the photocopy of my IC). The only reason she was spared further trauma from me was that I used to be a temp clerk at MOE too, and not only did I have to deal with teachers who were blatantly lying about the submission of their documents (I mean seriously, how is it possible that you only receive the reminders and not the first letter we sent requesting for a copy of one of your certs, which you were supposed to have sent in a long time ago?), I also requested for some guy to send in his ORD cert 3x because I was too lazy to check the file properly. Thank you Wilson Lin for pointing this out to me. I would also thank this guy for complying each time I asked for it by name, but Ican't remember what his name is I had signed a nondisclosure agreement with MOE.
Well anyway, I agreed mail them a copy of my IC, and of course, being me, I didn't. A few days later, I noticed the photocopied IC in Angus' aunt's car's glove compartment. Heehee. Oh well. He DID say he had all my documents right.
Now, more than 2 months later, I have yet to be contacted (again) about the lack of the photocopied IC.
MOE decided to hire me in the end, even without the copy of my IC. Bah. Don't they already have COPIES of my IC anyway. And they decided to post me to a school starting 10 September, which is just after the school holidays. Which means I get to go in during the school's examination period. And do WHAT? Get money for doing practically nothing? Not that I particularly mind heh. However, the other contract teacher who is sitting opposite me in one of the smaller staff rooms (yes, Willy, I am talking about you) suggested that if he were to give MOE a reason for terminating their employment, it would be that during the short stint he spent at PJC, he had nothing to do, he had not learnt anything, and has hence lost his direction in life.
I told him MOE would use that as grounds to fire him, on the basis that since he doesn't want to get paid for doing nothing, he would most probably be deemed as having some psychological problem.
The PJC teachers are very protective of their students (or so says the Principal), and hence I was not allowed to interfere with their preparations for the exams by being allowed to teach them. Good move, I say =X.
Willy Chua, I am laughing to myself because I have decided to sabo you and mention your name on this blog. Happy? Lalalala....
The HOD of Project Work in PJC, whom I have the (mis)fortune to be acquainted with, has given 'volunteering' a whole new meaning. On the first day, he announced to the other teachers during the meeting that the three contract teachers had volunteered to take over invigilation duties of teachers who for some reason or other cannot make it for their invigilation slot. After assembly on Monday morning, he came up, stood infront of Willy, looked at Willy and said that he needed one of us to volunteer to invigilate. Ok. Fine. Maybe he did look at Jennifer or me. I was too busy trying to remember if had any class to observe during the time of invigilation. But he was definitely standing infront of Willy, who was at the end of the row (of the 3 of us heh). Perhaps this is the way people are 'volunteered' in the army (can't remember, did Jennifer or Willy suggest this? Certain activites probably DO cause the death of brain cells =.="). During Tuesday morning's assembly, Willy was at invigilation, and Jennifer was standing with her mentor, so I was alone. I got approached after assembly and asked if one of us could volunteer for that afternoon's invigilation.
Alex commented that CKL could not possibly be a Maths teacher, because he does not understand that 1C1 = 1. Lol, good one Alex, but CKL teaches Maths haha. So does that mean it's his concept of volunteering that differs from the general population's?
Yesterday, while Willy and I were in the staff roomchatting on MSN organising the content of the laptops that were loaned to us, Mr Chue came in looking for Jennifer (who sits in the other staff room with her mentor) to ask her to invigilate an exam that afternoon. So, because I am me, I decided to point out to him that his request for people to volunteer was never a really a request. To which he replied that since Willy and I have both invigilated before, it was Jennifer's turn. Today, Jennifer told us that she received a missed call from him, and an SMS to which she did not reply to. When she returned to a desk, she saw a note telling her to invigilate that afternoon's paper. So much for 'volunteering' =X. Why he did not leave a note on the desk for us so we could volunteer Jennifer let Jennifer volunteer herself is beyond me.
I now think that Mr Chue is a very evil person who does not let me volunteer for things (I very on leh! I like to volunteer for interesting things like invigilation! So fun!), and does not say hi to me when he sees me in random places in school; except for that one time on day 1, where he asked if I was influenced by Jason to teach. Doh. I applied to teach before in 2003, ok, long before I knew of Jason's existence. (I blithely ignored their offer of employment after getting into Honours haha.) But since Mr Chue looks like a huge teddy bear (no I'm not going to hug him -.-) he can continue to be mean to me T.T.
During the course of typing out this super long post (haha hey look Malcolm, my lengthy posts are back!) the head of Science came to see me just to ask how things were, and yay I had my legs folded up on the chair =P. He didn't say anything about that though. I also got scolded by the subject head of Biology for sleeping in another teacher's class. Argh. I apologised to one of the teachers for doing that ok. Sighz. Why that student complain about my sleeping. I didn't even put my head on the table bleah. I am however rather embarassed about managing to actually fall asleep in another teacher's class. Grrrrr.
Gerald, I blame you for making me WoW the night before =D.
Really. Nailclippers are only for the big toenails when they grow to unreasonable lengths (i.e. a well placed kick from me would cause an imprint of my nail to be left on your shin), because I am not flexible enough to bite the nails off there, and i am unable to peel them off.
Ok fine. I get bored too easily and bitting fingernails is just another way for me to pass time. Which is why I have to grow back those nails or I'd seriously die of boredom.
So ya, I found my Degree Scroll. My mother had it after all. She hid it away in her cupboard. Goodness knows for what. It's not as if she wanted to keep me at home for the rest of her life - she has been after me to get a job for just about forever. I was right, however, about the temporary clerks in MOE (none of them read this blog, I presume =P). I probably could have gotten away with never letting them see my Degree Scroll by using the I've-already-sent-it-in and the I-never-received-your-letter methods. When I went for the interview, the guy at the counter (whom I assume is a temp clerk, him looking young and dressing rather casually) took all my documents, including the originals, to sort out and check. After my interview, all the originals were returned to me, and I checked with him that everything I needed to hand in was there. He said that it was, and that I was free to go. So I did.
A couple of days later, someone from MOE (whom I also think was a temp clerk, the permanent staff having better things to do than call up errant teachers-to-be) called me on my handphone, and asked me to send in a copy of my IC. I told her that I had already submitted a copy on the day of the interview, and also informed her that the guy who checked my documents confirmed with me before I left that he had all the necessary documents. She insisted that they did not have a copy of my IC, and requested that I fax a copy in. So I did what I normally do to unreasonable people over the phone (grrr I don't have a fax machine leh!) - I scolded her (for losing the photocopy of my IC). The only reason she was spared further trauma from me was that I used to be a temp clerk at MOE too, and not only did I have to deal with teachers who were blatantly lying about the submission of their documents (I mean seriously, how is it possible that you only receive the reminders and not the first letter we sent requesting for a copy of one of your certs, which you were supposed to have sent in a long time ago?), I also requested for some guy to send in his ORD cert 3x because I was too lazy to check the file properly. Thank you Wilson Lin for pointing this out to me. I would also thank this guy for complying each time I asked for it by name, but I
Well anyway, I agreed mail them a copy of my IC, and of course, being me, I didn't. A few days later, I noticed the photocopied IC in Angus' aunt's car's glove compartment. Heehee. Oh well. He DID say he had all my documents right.
Now, more than 2 months later, I have yet to be contacted (again) about the lack of the photocopied IC.
MOE decided to hire me in the end, even without the copy of my IC. Bah. Don't they already have COPIES of my IC anyway. And they decided to post me to a school starting 10 September, which is just after the school holidays. Which means I get to go in during the school's examination period. And do WHAT? Get money for doing practically nothing? Not that I particularly mind heh. However, the other contract teacher who is sitting opposite me in one of the smaller staff rooms (yes, Willy, I am talking about you) suggested that if he were to give MOE a reason for terminating their employment, it would be that during the short stint he spent at PJC, he had nothing to do, he had not learnt anything, and has hence lost his direction in life.
I told him MOE would use that as grounds to fire him, on the basis that since he doesn't want to get paid for doing nothing, he would most probably be deemed as having some psychological problem.
The PJC teachers are very protective of their students (or so says the Principal), and hence I was not allowed to interfere with their preparations for the exams by being allowed to teach them. Good move, I say =X.
Willy Chua, I am laughing to myself because I have decided to sabo you and mention your name on this blog. Happy? Lalalala....
The HOD of Project Work in PJC, whom I have the (mis)fortune to be acquainted with, has given 'volunteering' a whole new meaning. On the first day, he announced to the other teachers during the meeting that the three contract teachers had volunteered to take over invigilation duties of teachers who for some reason or other cannot make it for their invigilation slot. After assembly on Monday morning, he came up, stood infront of Willy, looked at Willy and said that he needed one of us to volunteer to invigilate. Ok. Fine. Maybe he did look at Jennifer or me. I was too busy trying to remember if had any class to observe during the time of invigilation. But he was definitely standing infront of Willy, who was at the end of the row (of the 3 of us heh). Perhaps this is the way people are 'volunteered' in the army (can't remember, did Jennifer or Willy suggest this? Certain activites probably DO cause the death of brain cells =.="). During Tuesday morning's assembly, Willy was at invigilation, and Jennifer was standing with her mentor, so I was alone. I got approached after assembly and asked if one of us could volunteer for that afternoon's invigilation.
Alex commented that CKL could not possibly be a Maths teacher, because he does not understand that 1C1 = 1. Lol, good one Alex, but CKL teaches Maths haha. So does that mean it's his concept of volunteering that differs from the general population's?
Yesterday, while Willy and I were in the staff room
I now think that Mr Chue is a very evil person who does not let me volunteer for things (I very on leh! I like to volunteer for interesting things like invigilation! So fun!), and does not say hi to me when he sees me in random places in school; except for that one time on day 1, where he asked if I was influenced by Jason to teach. Doh. I applied to teach before in 2003, ok, long before I knew of Jason's existence. (I blithely ignored their offer of employment after getting into Honours haha.) But since Mr Chue looks like a huge teddy bear (no I'm not going to hug him -.-) he can continue to be mean to me T.T.
During the course of typing out this super long post (haha hey look Malcolm, my lengthy posts are back!) the head of Science came to see me just to ask how things were, and yay I had my legs folded up on the chair =P. He didn't say anything about that though. I also got scolded by the subject head of Biology for sleeping in another teacher's class. Argh. I apologised to one of the teachers for doing that ok. Sighz. Why that student complain about my sleeping. I didn't even put my head on the table bleah. I am however rather embarassed about managing to actually fall asleep in another teacher's class. Grrrrr.
Gerald, I blame you for making me WoW the night before =D.
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