Went out wif the BIMZ yest since today is a holiday for me. We went to Mad Jack and then Island Creamery which serves superb ice cream.
Then, I got to know that two of the BIMZ are actually tinkin of joining my profession. I felt quite disappointed actually cos i haf been deterring others from joining me. So, of all people, i dun expect them to be in my line too... Wat's worse is that those two frens are the smartest Bimbos I have ever known!! Much smarter than me. So, y shud they waste their brain cells to scold the kids and do the endless markings when they could try to invent cheaper fuel or find cures for Aids or sth??!!
Today, I have spent 8 hours of endless markings and i was on the brink of sanity. It is during these times that i felt like killin myself. I even smsed ling that if i do kill myself, i'll make sure i'll come back to revenge the kids. Yah.. that's how crazy i have bcum.
I m not surprised if i appear in the newspaper in a few yrs time with the headline "Tcher gone mad and sent to the mental hospital." or worse, "Tcher gone mad and went on a killing rampage."
That's my job now. Wasting an average of 4 hours of my life, everyday, marking work of those kids who dun even care abt their work. I wish my kids are more responsible for their work but it seemed that they dun even care if their work is in a mess or their sentences are not even in a human language.
Ling is having a hard time controlling my sanity. My breakdowns would include hitting my head repeatedly, repeating words and phrases, crying uncontrollably. I have the tendency to throw and smash things around too but i try not to hurl the breakables as i dun wanna clean up the mess after that.
Well, this is the path i chose and i m suffering. So, babes, do u still wanna join me?? Den, i'll have company at the mental hospital den.