Bad days

Cramps… pile of work… loads of marking… unfinished SA2 revision test papers to churn out in such short time… tutees having SA2 soon… lack of sleep…

I spent the morning of Good Friday at Mt Vernon absorbing smoke in my hair, clothes and lungs and the rest of the day rehearsing for our dance item for the co’s team building camp.

I can’t stand all the inconsiderate people who despite huge signs warning people that burning incense paper inside the columbarium is strictly prohibited, they continue to do so. I don’t mean to be disrespectful to the deceased and their families, but burning joss sticks and incense paper indoor is really overboard. It was as if they were fumigating us like roaches in a chute. I almost smothered to death. My family members kept tearing and sniffing coz of the smoke too.

Rehearsing for the team building dance was really fun but time consuming. Together with another colleague of mine, we spent the whole afternoon and night on our Wednesday off choreographing the steps and neglected all other work.

Guess what genre of dance my group got? CHINESE DANCE! Other genres included retro, hip hop and tribal. We thought we could never shine with Chinese dance as compared to the other so-called more cool dances. However, after all the planning and stuff and the fabulously lame storyline incorporated into the dance, we were all quite determined to do our best. Anyway, Chinese dance is quite beautiful, a pity not many people could appreciate it.

Yes, so back to the topic on bad days. These few days, things are really looking very bad. As if I’m already not in enough pain (cramps) and dragging my feet from exhaustion, somebody had to add more pain and make me drag my feet more. Look what happened to my toe on Friday.

(Not for the faint-hearted so please do not scroll if you can’t stand the sight of blood)



This little boy stepped on me without even saying sorry. The bitchy Jolene in me wanted to grab him and make him apologise to me, the natural Jolene in me wanted to inform the grandma of her grandson’s insolence, whereas the well-mannered but stupid Jolene did not even utter a single “Ouch” but writhe silently in agony. One of the MacDonald’s staff saw me and his eyes almost popped out of his socket when he looked down. I did not even realise the state of my toe until I complained to my colleague about this rude boy and she went “Oh my god!” when she looked down.

I know my nails are ugly la but damn pain can? The nail broke in the middle and with every step I take, it seems like the broken inner part of the nail plate is pressing into the flesh. Yucks!

By the time I got home, I was so exhausted that I could only mark a little bit before I start making mistakes.

Today was hectic. I could have rejected but once again the very STUPID me helped to relief two classes and taught four classes for 8 hours straight from 10am til 6pm. I did not even have the time to pee till after 6pm and neither did I have my lunch till dinner time. Whenever I teach, I don’t feel hungry, I don’t feel like I need to pee that much and I feel very energetic. However, once it all ends, the hunger sets in, the tide rises and the exhaustion replaces the high energy all at once.

At the end of the day just now, I slumped at my desk, overwhelmed with hunger, fatigue and pain. I looked at the scene in front of me: piles and piles of worksheets and books sitting on what used to be a desk. I looked and looked and I nearly cried.

The whole of April will be very hectic. Putting all other work aside, I wonder if I can even finish writing and proofreading the revision papers in time.

I know I will always mange to do it eventually but I really hope I could do a CLICK like Adam Sandler and fast forward the whole grueling process till the results.