Teachings Teaching me

For most of you that are not aware, i'm doing my teaching practical now. The usual day would involve me preparing for tommorows lessons, but fortunately, the hols have started. Yippy! Not that i'm having an unhappy time in school. It's just that i finally have "ME" time, selfishly.
To my surprise, i'm having a blast at 'work'. I love the school, i love the students, i love travelling to school, and i love waiting for my ride after school with my students as company.

Tucked away in a corner of Brickfields lies SMK La Salle; a school packed with high levels of testosterone and sweat. Disgusting as it may sound, the wide spacious field and minimal cane-carriers in the staffroom minimise the density of it all.
Few students stand out when i ponder on floating thoughts. First is dear lil Kanapathy; a small dark Indian boy with brilliant white teeth. He's fatherless; deseased as its cause. Then there's the oxymoron friends, Iyangaran and Kishan; the fat and the thin. Two boys who always manage to crack me up. surprisingly, i don't pay that much attention to them in class. Why? because i have naughtier rat-sound-making boys to deal with in class.
As i reflect now, i know i'm going to really miss the boys. Especially after they touched my heart ever so strongly. Boys whom were always quiet or naughty in class actually volunteered their participation when i was being graded that fateful day. They were so concerned and straight away i knew that they genuinely cared for me. Me of all people, a trainee. Not that i actually carry myself with that degrading title in mind when i'm in class.

darn.. i gtg. till next time peeps!