Oh, what a day! I totally regret swapping my role with my English teacher Ms. Ng. It’s not fun at all. Finally, I know what it feels like being a teacher
Since the bell of the lesson rang, everybody started to call me Ms. Tang, so awkward. I prefer them to call me by my name. Sometimes, I just don’t understand why Ms. Ng dislikes us calling her “Maria”.
I did a little preparation. I planned to teach my favourite English idioms and played a few riddles. I thought I could handle them, but it turned out only a few of my classmates knew what I was talking about. Maybe I made my old mistakes again – speaking too fast. I kept rushing things through when I was so nervous.
Sometimes, the gangsters of my class kept picking on my mistakes and talking back. I felt helpless standing out in front, unable to respond. I hoped I could zip those boys’ mouths shut so that they just sat there and listened to me
Speaking too fast, no one understands; okay, I can slow down a bit. Those gangsters, fine, I can pretend they don’t even exist. But those eighty eyes were staring at me. Every movement or word of mine, they were watching and I am a person who cares about my looks much. If I use chalk, and the powder lands on my face and clothes, I can’t help but want to find a mirror to clean up. Those classmates will think I’m a freak if I do that.
I learnt and experienced a lot today. Being a teacher surely is a tough job, so that’s why I will never ever be a teacher when I grow up. Teachers are like those super-natural humans in comic books. They have super power to silence the noisy students, super patience to teach, and super speed to finish loads of paper marking. And most importantly, they can bear the staring of students and the chalk. The chalk is a weapon against me. I hate my hand coated in chalk powder and when it spreads all over and makes me sneeze. I don’t have all this power. Maybe that’s why I will never be a teacher