a diary entry of my first day as a teacher
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31 Aug, 2020
Home sweet home! Today was a tiring and horrible day.
I still remember this morning I was both nervous and excited, since it was the first day for me to go to school as a teacher. When I got to school, however, the excitement was overcome by nervousness, butterflies were fluttering in my stomach. My legs were trembling when I walked into the classroom of my first lesson.
The class was surprisingly quiet.
“Good morning class!” I said cheerfully. “I’m Ms. Lee, your English teacher.”
“Good morning, Ms. Lee,” they all chorused politely, except for one student, who was sleeping on his desk, snoring loudly.
I motioned for the class to sit down and walked over to him. I patted him on the shoulder.
“Huh…” he said blinking, confused. Then he saw me.
I arched an eyebrow at him in question.
“Sorry, Miss,” he mumbled.
“I’m Ms. Lee,” I said. “Go and wash your face.” Then I started my lesson.
However after ten minutes, I heard a girl scream, “Hey!”
I turned around and saw a boy tugging at a girl’s ponytail. I cleared my throat pointedly. He looked away from the girl and saw me.
“Do it again and you’ll earn yourself a trip to the disciplinary teacher’s office.”
What a class, I thought.
Then after another ten minutes, I heard the sound of… slurping? I looked up from my book and saw a student in front of me eating a hamburger and drinking coke!
“Excuse me,” I said. “You do know that eating is not allowed in class, right?”
She didn’t answer, but just wrapped up her hamburger and put it in her backpack sulkily.
“I hope that it won’t happen again and please finish your breakfast BEFORE class,” I told her, with a meaningful glance.
After another ten minutes, I heard some girls chatting away with their friends and giggling loudly. For goodness sake, what is wrong with the discipline in this class! I stopping talking and just looked at the girls. The other students knew I was angry and stopped talking immediately. The stony silence was only broken by the girls’ giggling, which was quickly shushed.
“So, would anyone else like to interrupt me again?” I said with false cheerfulness. “This would be an ideal opportunity.”
Then the bell rang. Great timing! One lesson and I love the bell already!
“So, end of lesson!” I said with the fake smile still plastered on my face. “Did you guys like it? It must have been great fun for you to interrupt me every ten minutes.”
With that last word, I swept out of the room.
My first lesson was a disaster! Now, I have to think up some ways to get them to behave without me asserting my authority every time and it’s giving me a splitting headache! Maybe I could get the troublemakers to write me a 500-word essay of “What did I do wrong and how can I change this naughty behavior”. Or should I make it 600 words? Whatever I do, it should have them feeling bad by the time they finish it or they’ll never change. And it’ll give me great satisfaction of seeing them sweat over the assignment I put them to.
It seems like I’m turning evil. But it takes evil to combat evil, doesn’t it? Evil Teacher V.S. Evil Students. Who will win, I wonder? I hope it’s me, so wish me luck!