Frustrated fingers.
Today is sports day. So was yesterday, and so will it be tomorrow. It was supposed to be a joyful event, but not this year. Dull. I guess budget does make an event go good or bad. However, it is not the budgetary issue. Nor the sports day.
It was when I went in to my classroom, I was so disappointed. It broke my heart. The condition of the class. Disoriented, broken, disorganized, lost items.
I don’t want to say much. But I’m enraged. Full of fury.
It saddens me to see a group of students who deliberately vandalize items just because there’s entertainment value in destruction. *Shakes head in disbelief*
Despite me shaking with anger, and my fists clenched in fury, I will not (and try not to) unleash the torrents of hellbound inferno worth of wrath blindly to my students and the users of the classroom.
Though it is the easy way out, considering that I do need an outlet to vent out my frustrations, this is clearly not productive for me as a teacher. I need to restore order, I need to do a lot to promote a ‘decent’ (healthy is not the concise term here, at least in this case) learning environment. And the easiest way to do it; invest in items for your classroom. Make it like a classroom.
And it got destroyed. I’m upset.
My fists. I wanted to bang them on the table. I wanted to my head to the wall. But such public displays of frustration does not work in my favour.
But at this time, my fists are still full of ‘righteous’ fury. And I’m trying hard not to use these fists for destruction. Its funny. Hard being on the light. Maybe I should fully embrace the dark side. The easy to harness energy. The easy to use and abuse energies. But let’s see..