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Dear Various Students,
Oct. 5th, 2009 08:33 pmWhen I write on the board (in large, capital letters):
DO NOT WRITE ON THE TEST PAPERS!!!!!!! WRITE ON THE ANSWER SHEETS!!!!!!
I am not doing it for my own amusement. I really do mean it. It makes twice as much work for me once the test is over as I have to fight the 15 or so other teachers (who have also had students write on the fraggin' test papers) for use of the only photocopier in the staff room. It's old. It jams, it breaks down, it does strange things, and makes odd noises if you look at it funny. It's frustrating and most of us aren't exactly in the greatest of moods during 'Hell Week' as it is.
Also, saying (and I quote) "We get it! You sound like my mother!" whenever I tell you "Don't write on these!" is just going to really piss me off.
I am not, and never shall be, your bloody mother, sweetheart! (Though I'm sure, if you smart off to her like you have done me the last few weeks, she's debated the merits of actually eating her young like some animals do)
After all of this do you actually remember to not write on the test paper?
Do you?
No, you don't!
10, papers. Count them with me now. 10! I think I'm justified with the reminders, don't you?
Also, if I say "Write on the answer sheets" I actually mean write directly onto the answer sheets. I don't mean 'write on a seperate peice of paper, check your answers at a snail's pace, and then transfer the answers onto the answer sheet'.
If I meant that I would say that.
Getting pissed at me because I take the answer sheet off you before you've even managed to transfer a third of the answers isn't going to help you. Storming off to complain to the office ladies isn't going to help either. They will side with me. In fact, if I'm remembering correctly, they did side with me.
Please consider this: Any exam you do, be it school, Cambridge, or IELTS is going to follow the same system. They're not going to wait for you to transfer answers from one peice of paper to another. They just won't, you're just a number to them. You will fail, no ifs, ands, buts, or maybes. Instant fail. I'll say it one more time, just to make sure it gets through to you. Fail.
You're just bloody lucky the DoS is a nice guy (who's probably more worried about student feedback than keeping up with proper testing procedures) and told me to accept the scrap peice of paper as an answer sheet. I would've failed your annoying arse.
Also, while we're on the subject of annoying. If you stay out clubbing until 4 fraggin' am and then come to class, don't just assume that I'll let you sleep in the corner.
I won't.
Getting pissy at me whenever I wake you up isn't going to endear you to me. I don't particularly care if you're thisclose to getting booted back to your home country, either. It's your own fault for deciding that partying is more important to you than staying in the country. You got yourself into this predicament. You deal with it like the adult you are. Pouting and throwing tantrums... well, you're not two, you're twenty odd years older than that, start acting like it. It's about time you started acting like a mature adult and stopped using your looks to get you what you want. You may have the other female teachers wrapped around your little finger, but this female teacher couldn't care less. I'm here to teach, not stare at the eye-candy.
Yours in irritation,
The Teacher.
Translation: I hate Hell Week, aka Test Week. I really do.
And the other female teachers really do react like that to this particular male. One of them actually said to me "How could you do that to him? He's so cute! He's got bedroom-eyes!" *headdesk*. Quite easily. It's called doing my job!.
The problem is that he thinks he can just smile at the teacher and he'll get what he wants. He's good looking (...okay, yes, he's hot. Even I'll admit it) and he knows it. Shirtless is his preferred mode of dress around town (when he's not in class. Even then he doesn't wear much).
In other news, I've got about a week and a half or so until work dries up (aparently). I'll have a couple of weeks rest and then see how much relief teaching I get. If I don't get much I'll drop my resume off at a couple of other schools.
DO NOT WRITE ON THE TEST PAPERS!!!!!!! WRITE ON THE ANSWER SHEETS!!!!!!
I am not doing it for my own amusement. I really do mean it. It makes twice as much work for me once the test is over as I have to fight the 15 or so other teachers (who have also had students write on the fraggin' test papers) for use of the only photocopier in the staff room. It's old. It jams, it breaks down, it does strange things, and makes odd noises if you look at it funny. It's frustrating and most of us aren't exactly in the greatest of moods during 'Hell Week' as it is.
Also, saying (and I quote) "We get it! You sound like my mother!" whenever I tell you "Don't write on these!" is just going to really piss me off.
I am not, and never shall be, your bloody mother, sweetheart! (Though I'm sure, if you smart off to her like you have done me the last few weeks, she's debated the merits of actually eating her young like some animals do)
After all of this do you actually remember to not write on the test paper?
Do you?
No, you don't!
10, papers. Count them with me now. 10! I think I'm justified with the reminders, don't you?
Also, if I say "Write on the answer sheets" I actually mean write directly onto the answer sheets. I don't mean 'write on a seperate peice of paper, check your answers at a snail's pace, and then transfer the answers onto the answer sheet'.
If I meant that I would say that.
Getting pissed at me because I take the answer sheet off you before you've even managed to transfer a third of the answers isn't going to help you. Storming off to complain to the office ladies isn't going to help either. They will side with me. In fact, if I'm remembering correctly, they did side with me.
Please consider this: Any exam you do, be it school, Cambridge, or IELTS is going to follow the same system. They're not going to wait for you to transfer answers from one peice of paper to another. They just won't, you're just a number to them. You will fail, no ifs, ands, buts, or maybes. Instant fail. I'll say it one more time, just to make sure it gets through to you. Fail.
You're just bloody lucky the DoS is a nice guy (who's probably more worried about student feedback than keeping up with proper testing procedures) and told me to accept the scrap peice of paper as an answer sheet. I would've failed your annoying arse.
Also, while we're on the subject of annoying. If you stay out clubbing until 4 fraggin' am and then come to class, don't just assume that I'll let you sleep in the corner.
I won't.
Getting pissy at me whenever I wake you up isn't going to endear you to me. I don't particularly care if you're thisclose to getting booted back to your home country, either. It's your own fault for deciding that partying is more important to you than staying in the country. You got yourself into this predicament. You deal with it like the adult you are. Pouting and throwing tantrums... well, you're not two, you're twenty odd years older than that, start acting like it. It's about time you started acting like a mature adult and stopped using your looks to get you what you want. You may have the other female teachers wrapped around your little finger, but this female teacher couldn't care less. I'm here to teach, not stare at the eye-candy.
Yours in irritation,
The Teacher.
Translation: I hate Hell Week, aka Test Week. I really do.
And the other female teachers really do react like that to this particular male. One of them actually said to me "How could you do that to him? He's so cute! He's got bedroom-eyes!" *headdesk*. Quite easily. It's called doing my job!.
The problem is that he thinks he can just smile at the teacher and he'll get what he wants. He's good looking (...okay, yes, he's hot. Even I'll admit it) and he knows it. Shirtless is his preferred mode of dress around town (when he's not in class. Even then he doesn't wear much).
In other news, I've got about a week and a half or so until work dries up (aparently). I'll have a couple of weeks rest and then see how much relief teaching I get. If I don't get much I'll drop my resume off at a couple of other schools.
