SBE

SBE.. school b wat e wat.. forgot..

school based education? probably la... anyway, it started during this whole week.. 5-9 sept.. kinda feel like recording every moment i remember

first of all... encountered an interesting conversation wif a classmate, it was all about this SBE thing.

me: hey, tomoro u start PBS d?
her: yea, didnt u saw my post?

me: yea.. it stated SBE, what is SBE?
her:har? i thought u should know it better than anyone?! coz ur english so gud d

O.o... SBE.. even if its an english short form, i wouldnt concern much about it, let alone the full sentence of SBE is what...
and what does that even have to do wif my english understanding level?

so i guess that i learn somethin unuseful for my SBE portfolio.. i now understand what SBE stand for! hurray!!! what a waste of time..



second thing that i remember the most during this whole SBE process..

first day arriving at the primary school, this new environment...

meeting wif the principal himself

me:hi principal, im here to do the ROS..
him: huh?

me:the.. PBS
him:yea and?

me:im frm institut d
him:which institut?

me:maktab gaya
him:oo.. if u have nth else, let the vice principal help u out. (showin the door to me)

okay... i felt dumb.. as if i was just a human size rubbish standin in his office and wasting the space and oso his time..
well, i guess that is the difference of having ur parents as one of the influencial character at school and... NONE.

making me feeling like a peasant with no special authorities and priveledges and so on... it felt so much better.. for me anyway. no gesture thingy, just work and no bonding or anytin.. just finishin my own task and u can carry on ur own work.. earth spinning with or without me, just that i have to do my own stuff, n u do urs.

the 3rd thing which im hardly able to get rid of my mind..

the torturing chamber! (teacher rest room)
yeah... that is suppose to be a rest room, what the fuck was wrong with that room...
the room was like.. a pressure cooking oven... omg.. every teacher at there spill out their pressure, their complains, their this and that.. private matters.. talkin behind ppl's back..

with a volume that fill the whole teacher rest room..
how i wish i can get out of there.. but i was place there for a reason.. coz there is no extra table for me.. so i have to stay thr..

why dont i leave there? gosh.. i wish i could but there is no other place to do my own work! .. library, close; canteen, another noisy and.. dont forget bout the hygiene.. there is just no place to go.

so .. everyday i was there tortured for couple of hours.. omg.. listening to all of the teachers' complain

never been any better... it became worst when those teachers take turn to eat in front of me..
my gosh... even if im not hungry oso i became hungry quicker than my regular day..

last but not least...
the very same conversation rise up during the first and second day...

teacher A:hey, he look like his brother o
teacher B:yea, are they brother?
teacher C:of coz! dont u know about that??

well.. this conversation was soooo typical that i heard the same thing couple of times for the first and second

what make it even worst? they are sayin it in front of me.. DUDE.. cant u just come over and ask me?

not to forget bout those student.. yea.. they seldom greet me when im alone.
i guess what goes around come back around.. coz i never like to greet people.