It’s rather interesting how things work in our lives. We planned, thought, worked and prayed that things will go our way all the time. But never will we ever expect that Fate usually deals a mean pack of cards to us.

We always try to set our sights far and high, hoping to strive for the best and even if we can’t, we hope to at least settle for second-best.

It’s been 10 weeks now and I’m actually proud to say I’m enjoying myself. Sure, there’ve been mishaps and misunderstandings during my time at the place, but generally I had a great time and I already miss some of the girls. They have been very sweet to me, with their little notes and drawings and what-nots. I keep looking at my “collectibles” over and over again, still not willing to believe that I won’t be going back. Of course, I can definitely apply to be there again after 2 or 3 years, provided they still have vacancies. But… it’s different, somehow. The same people whom I love working with now may still be there, still welcoming me with open arms and lame jokes, but… the girls. By then, they would have already graduated.

“Kids are the same everywhere” I tell myself. But I’m not convinced. This particular batch is especially endearing, with their cheeky smiles and toothy grins. And rowdy they may be, they understand and realise now the effort I’ve put in for them and they reciprocate by trying to be less rowdy and more on task. I really appreciate that a lot.

Now.. I’m not going back. No more “Ms Teo, why you so ego one?”. No more “Ms Teo, actually you very nice leh, why must pretend to be fierce?”. No more “Class stand, class greet *while talking to friend all along*”. No more “Ms Teo, we love you!”. No more.

I’m sad. Disappointed. A little nervous about the new location. Apprehensive of the work environment.

 

I know they won’t get to read this, but girls, I’m proud of you. You have survived together with me, and endured my endless lame and egoistic jokes. Thank you for being who you are, even when you are rowdy, I loved talking to you.

Thank you.