Our First HSS Exam Package in NTU!
Haha. Nurul said that we were lousy. Indeed! We were too lazy to queue up. So most of the times, we only watched people pass with the goodies bags. This time round, the queue were shorter. And, we managed to get them. CooooL!. On top of the package, we got macnuggets and orange juices for our lunch! Denise, Esther and Van even got the HSS tee. I must say the tee is quite attractive!
Top picture: Denise devouring her nugget and Esther with her blue HSS tee.
Bottom: Van with her HSS and me munching on the nugget.
Thanks to Van for the pictures!
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My Saturdays are full of kids.. Morning will volunteer with RWM, and afternoon will be tuition. I told one of my fellow volunteers that it can be a pain in the ass sometimes.
Well, like my tutee. HE FAILED HIS ENGLISH TEST! I have been drilled him hard on the "He is, She is, They are", "To, behind cannot put s, ing or ed" kinda grammar for the past few months. Every lesson, without fail, I will be pointing out these kinda mistake to him. It is getting frustrating that he still flunked his test.
But I am not giving up. I understand that it is hard to notice this kinda mistakes especially you are not growing up in a primary English educated family. I make these mistakes now and then too. Surprisingly, I am even more motivated to work something out, and become even more firm on him. Furthermore, not all news are bad, he did quite decent for his math test though. And, he has been keeping up with his homework (quite regularly at least).
Not all pains in the ass are nasty. I guess the thought flashed by as momentarily expressions of helplessness. Besides, "pain in the ass" is too harsh for such innocent and cute creatures on Earth. If they're pains in the ass, I think it's the kinda pain I wont mind it to linger there.
Undeniably, my tutee sometimes cheered me up with his silly antics. The kid attached to me for RWM is so CUTEEE. He is the kind boy boy whom you wana pinch his cheek and sueak: "Kawaii nia!" Initially, I really couldn't make out what he was trying to say about 99.99999999999% of his conversation with me. I was frustrated, so was he. He had to explain 2-3 times before I got it. And, there are even high chances that I didn't get it too. When I asked him to read, he didn't want to. So I had to read to him, which defeat the purpose of the programme. I guess, as we got used to each other's style, we are getting comfortable with each other. I could make up about 70% of his speech. And, he gives me face and read! It is a great sense of satisfaction.
When Miss Wong announced that we have 3 more weeks left. I feel a sudden sadness. Although I wasn't close with the other volunteers, we are slowly closing up. And, I feel that we had greater agency in determining our interaction with the kids. Miss Wong also tried to engage us in the preparation and the kids' conditions and progress. Somehow, everything seems less surreal. I don't know. Perhaps, it is because I prefer dealing with kids and be surrounded by the childish innocence, which I wish I can return to again.
In one of my all-time favorite movies, "Under the Tuscan Sun", one of the characters said something like this that never leave my mind: "Never lose your childish innocence. It's the most important thing." Until today, I am still thinking how can I not to?
mmmm. I am tired. My eyes are dried. My eyebags are throbbing as if they are balloon building up with tension and threatening to burst. My pores are screaming to me, "Go to sleep! We need to sleep!" But I still can't sleep. mmm. I don't have alot on my mind. But my brain feels heavy. Something worries me but I dont know what it is. The race in KL tml? Mmm, not really. mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Haha. Nurul said that we were lousy. Indeed! We were too lazy to queue up. So most of the times, we only watched people pass with the goodies bags. This time round, the queue were shorter. And, we managed to get them. CooooL!. On top of the package, we got macnuggets and orange juices for our lunch! Denise, Esther and Van even got the HSS tee. I must say the tee is quite attractive!
Top picture: Denise devouring her nugget and Esther with her blue HSS tee.
Bottom: Van with her HSS and me munching on the nugget.
Thanks to Van for the pictures!
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My Saturdays are full of kids.. Morning will volunteer with RWM, and afternoon will be tuition. I told one of my fellow volunteers that it can be a pain in the ass sometimes.
Well, like my tutee. HE FAILED HIS ENGLISH TEST! I have been drilled him hard on the "He is, She is, They are", "To, behind cannot put s, ing or ed" kinda grammar for the past few months. Every lesson, without fail, I will be pointing out these kinda mistake to him. It is getting frustrating that he still flunked his test.
But I am not giving up. I understand that it is hard to notice this kinda mistakes especially you are not growing up in a primary English educated family. I make these mistakes now and then too. Surprisingly, I am even more motivated to work something out, and become even more firm on him. Furthermore, not all news are bad, he did quite decent for his math test though. And, he has been keeping up with his homework (quite regularly at least).
Not all pains in the ass are nasty. I guess the thought flashed by as momentarily expressions of helplessness. Besides, "pain in the ass" is too harsh for such innocent and cute creatures on Earth. If they're pains in the ass, I think it's the kinda pain I wont mind it to linger there.
Undeniably, my tutee sometimes cheered me up with his silly antics. The kid attached to me for RWM is so CUTEEE. He is the kind boy boy whom you wana pinch his cheek and sueak: "Kawaii nia!" Initially, I really couldn't make out what he was trying to say about 99.99999999999% of his conversation with me. I was frustrated, so was he. He had to explain 2-3 times before I got it. And, there are even high chances that I didn't get it too. When I asked him to read, he didn't want to. So I had to read to him, which defeat the purpose of the programme. I guess, as we got used to each other's style, we are getting comfortable with each other. I could make up about 70% of his speech. And, he gives me face and read! It is a great sense of satisfaction.
When Miss Wong announced that we have 3 more weeks left. I feel a sudden sadness. Although I wasn't close with the other volunteers, we are slowly closing up. And, I feel that we had greater agency in determining our interaction with the kids. Miss Wong also tried to engage us in the preparation and the kids' conditions and progress. Somehow, everything seems less surreal. I don't know. Perhaps, it is because I prefer dealing with kids and be surrounded by the childish innocence, which I wish I can return to again.
In one of my all-time favorite movies, "Under the Tuscan Sun", one of the characters said something like this that never leave my mind: "Never lose your childish innocence. It's the most important thing." Until today, I am still thinking how can I not to?
mmmm. I am tired. My eyes are dried. My eyebags are throbbing as if they are balloon building up with tension and threatening to burst. My pores are screaming to me, "Go to sleep! We need to sleep!" But I still can't sleep. mmm. I don't have alot on my mind. But my brain feels heavy. Something worries me but I dont know what it is. The race in KL tml? Mmm, not really. mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.