a day in the life...

so i thought it would be fun... i mean, seriously, who ever gave much thought about what the teachers had t o do... ever. so i agreed, to fill in for a nice lill lady, at south point high school and teach.
and i tried, even though, i was to take 5 classes a day, 45 minutes each, clad in a saree.
it was fine, it was, really. till i stepped into class.
i am the class teacher of class VII e. its a shame. for them, and me too. they all end up standing outside the class and i end up fanning myself to boredom within. they r nice, as long as they stay out.
i love the way the respect my authoritah (gooo eric cartman!) esp when i kick em outta class, or when i write lovely notes to their parents! what sadistic ecstasy! what fun!!

then there is class VI, rather bovine. its so amusing to realize how amusing the entire concept of fearing the loss of housemarks is for those lill runts! its a lill depressive to realize that house marks mean more to them than irritating the teacher. that way, they dun lose housemarks. and i stay sad.

class VIII, i wonder, why young boys choose to write me poems. in no way am i pedophile. i am human and straight and numerous hindi songs in the corridors do not melt me. it scares me, it does and i despise those idiots.

how strange it is to finally know what lies beyond those hallowed walls. so, south point is the school that churns out those brilliant board toppers. hah.
with 85 students in each section and almost 8 sections per class, some are bound to be good. u know, those dictionary gulping, obsessively blinking types. you know, the ones you never paid attention to, cuz they read the dictionary for fun. yea, those... and they do top, while the rest, flail around miserably in a vast ocean of school paraphernalia, trying to string together a sentence in english that sounds remotely sane or proper. sigh.
what a school we have there, ladies and gentlemen!

and the experience?
nothing short of traumatizing!
if i thought the kiddie birthday party was scary, this sure is hell.
its worse actually, its south point high school.

and now that i am sufficiently stoned, i shall forget about the past day at the hellish school and try to convince people to watch sarkar raj.
i suffered, everyone else must as well.