The day ...

I woke up early. Too early in fact, 430am. Too much grudge over THE students. While in the university bus, I kept on thinking how should I react in the class. My first idea was to give them a Monday sermon of respecting teachers and people. I kept holding to that thought. Upon arriving, I prepared myself for class and while walking to class, another thought came. Why should I waste my energy talking to 'things' that do not understand simple language and human talking? "so, better keep my mouth shut". I stepped into the class at about 850, carrying the pile of reading mid sem papers to be marked. I gave my salam, gave out the attendance list and sat down. I started marking without looking at THEM. To my surprise, there were some which did not understand the meaning of my silence. Girls especially started to discuss things, to chit chat and rudely to giggle. I kept my patience at a high point until a giggle disturbed my peace. "If you want to make noise, GET OUT of my class" The giggle subsided and I continued marking. After an hour and a half, I stood up and walked out. To me, I won today's battle, the battle to stay patient and rational. In my next class, I explained to my other group the difference between a teacher and a student, making them aware of the price of not respecting teachers is DOOM. P/S: don't mess with my life because once you did, I will turn your life upside down ... Let the blood washes the brain and helps it function!