Oh Deary Deary ME!!!

I always tell myself that I'm lucky enough to be chosen in this programme and therefore I should not be choosy. If I were to send to the end of the world, then off I go. I should not complain, wishing that I will get somewhere better.

Today was a real challenge to my belief. I was really put on test. I was crying in my heart. I prayed that my smile didn't quiver. It has to be a perfect mask, to disguise my awkwardness.

I felt so awkward being around my students. My grammar turned upside down. I just prayed that the associate teacher understand my English. Or she might have understood. Sigh, I should have handed her my self-description form. I've clearly written "English is my third language" on it.

I do love my students. I really do. But I couldn't help being awkward. and shy. and timid. and not being able to handle the little group under my care. I might have looked so PESSIMIST in front of everyone.

I envy my partner (there were two of us, supposed to be 3 but one could not make it). She looks pretty natural among children. I would say, she could handle the class without much ado. and the children love her.

I pray that thing would be better tomorrow. Be more confident, B! You're gonna be a teacher!

-Miss B-