i love the afternoons when i just came back home from work and i could sit around and do literally nothing.

coming back home in the afternoon always makes me feel as if tomorrow is a long way away. and then, of course, the sense of accomplishment is always there: that of surviving yet another day in the jungle.

my mentor used to have this to say about newborn teachers:

it’s like we’re thrown into the deep end of the pool…

but recently, i have begun to think otherwise.

i don’t think we are thrown into the deep end of the pool, nope i don’t. because you know we naturally float, don’t you? so even when thrown into the deep end of the pool, we survive. yes, we struggle, but we ultimately survive in the end.

i think a more appropriate analogy for newborn teachers would be:

it’s like we’re thrown into a frying pan full of sizzling oil…

you can’t get any deader than that, i reckon. we remain in that pot of sizzling oil until someone scoops us up, all crisp and burnt and dead, and the students eat us for recess.

ooh that’s quite a good analogy. i should copyright it.