I arrived at the school about 2.15pm and the kids were already waiting at the foyer. There were 2 primary 4 classes and I was tagged to one of them. Each class is almost made up of 40 kids. The kids were amazingly noisy. They were fidgeting non-stop, talking, laughing, playing a fool and basically just very rowdy. The teachers had to harshly ask them to quieten down many times in that span of 15 mins. Before we even boarded the bus, I found myself with a headache from the noise. I felt as though I was with 40 Lil Isaacs. It was like a nightmare.
The bus ride wasn't any easier. Now, imagine 40 Lil Isaacs in a confined space. The kids were very excited, as if they have never been in a bus. The poor teacher (who looks like he just graduated from school not too long ago) was constantly asking the kids to keep quiet or to sit down or dragging some rowdy kids to empty seats, hoping to instill some peace in the bus but never ever succeeding. I think he also gave up at some point, so long as nobody gets hurt. While in the bus, I can totally understand why so many teachers quit. If I had any thought of becoming a teacher to contribute back to the society as a 2nd career, I am sure any traces disappeared after the trip.
I didn't know where the Newater Plant is. Daddy Lim mentioned that it is somewhere in Tuas. I Googled while in the bus and realised that the Newater Plant is in the East and the nearest MRT is Tanah Merah! How bloody far is that? Not when I have to be with a bus full of monkeys! Even most of the girls behaved like monkeys! Argghhh! To make matters worse, there was traffic jam on PIE and the traffic was crawling and the driver got lost subsequently. Ouch, ouch, ouch.
Life was easier at the Newater Plant. The plant staff took care of the kids and the PVs get to sit around and wait for time to pass.
Unfortunately, that peace was very much short-lived. Soon, it was time to go home and I couldn't tell if I was happy or sad to go home. I do want to go home so badly but I dreaded the bus ride home equally bad. The 2nd pain came when the bus was late and we waited and waited and waited. The bus came only at 6.20pm, which was almost an hour late and we were stuck in the peak hour jam. Boo.
I was hoping that the going home ride will be more peaceful, praying that the kids will be quieter after one afternoon's of activity. Of course I am wrong. They didn't seem at all tired and were just, if not noisier. Haiz. I think even the teacher surrendered. He yelled several times and I heard him mumbled about being so glad that he wasn't the form teacher of this class.
My head hurts from the ride. I already tried as much as possible to block out the noise and was so exhausted at the end. I can't help but wonder if this is the worst class in the school and would hesitate big time to send my kids to the school if everyone is as such. I hope not! I need to forget about this nightmare. I will delete the picture that I took after this post.
Mummy Lim
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