Ay PUKE!!!!
Immortal words, uttered by the immortal Goddess formerly known as Mikee when he/she/it fell of the platform while lecturing on the characteristics of Verbal Language and the correct enunciation of English words...
It's a good thing my students are not exactly like me. If it were I sitting in the front row when my teacher had fallen from the platform, I would have burst out in LARGE AMOUNTS OF LAUGHTER, and I wouldn't have stopped until classes were over... Even then, I would tell all my friends, and recount how my teacher said (loudly) Ay puke! in front of the class when he "fell off the platform..."
*blush... to add lots of insult to an almost-serious-but-thank-God-I-have-great-balance injury, the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart was sitting in the second row, grinning evilly as the rest of the class tried to muffle their giggles. Of course, to try to save face, I immediately countered with a reminder to my speech class: "When you're giving a speech, try to look at the platform to avoid falling!" Of course, that only made them laugh harder. /sob
Anyway, I just posted Bette's I'm Beautiful because I'm too tired to type - not really, I'm too lazy to type and thinking of the TONS AND TONS of papers that need to be graded makes me want to burn all them and give everyone a 1.0!!! Ang bait ko no?? Hihihi!!! But to hell with all those papers, it's the weekend, and I am entitled to my personal time! >=)
Moving on, the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart.... he's ADORABLE!!!!!!! Of course, he's also my student, and if someone from the University reads this blog: I am dead meat! Well, not really, I haven't done anything - I don't even look at him when I'm discussing something in class because he makes me blush... *blush - something I never knew I could do. So you could imagine my delight (delight is too sinister a word... excitement? too sexy, enchantment! that seems to capture it - ok fine, it wasn't so much enchantment as much as it was just plain kilig) when I threw a one-on-one pronunciation quiz. I was sitting at the back of the room and calling my students one at a time to pick five words from a little box and pronounce them to me.
I called the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart last because his index card was at the bottom of the pile. Yes, I ask my students to sumbit index cards with pictures (and their favorite movie line) so I know who they are (and what they're like). (the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart's favorite movie line is from an intense drama movie, which I haven't seen. Suffice it to say that Maria Callas' very rare rendition of Non mi dir from Mozart's The Marriage of Figaro was part of it's soundtrack. And I think his picture was taken when he was still in highschool!!! Which is odd because he's already a college sophomore. Does that mean he hasn't had his picture taken since highschool???) Where was I?? I forget... Oh, right, the pronunciation quiz.
I called him last because his index card was at the bottom of the stack, it was just plain coincidence but apparently, some of his classmates read something into it. As he took the chair I had set in front of me, I noticed a couple of things. First: This boy needs to have his eyebrows waxed or shaved or plucked, or all three. He is seriously just a few hairs away from a unibrow!!! Next, he has a nice voice. It's pretty deep for a boy his age, well, it's not really that deep, but it suits him. And at least he's not squeaky! Next, he is really thin! Not exactly skin and bones, but thin enough to need a few extra calories in his diet. Then, I saw his hands were shaking! I mean, throughout the quiz, several other students' hands were also shaking, but so were their voices. They were nervous about sitting in front of a teacher and having to talk to me for a few minutes while pronouncing words like Haute Couture, genuine, consequently, subsequently, guitarist, etc. This boy, however was adamant. He was in no way nervous - at least I didn't see any signs of nervousness (ei. shakey voice, sweaty palms, etc). I asked him why he was shaking, and he actually talked to me about pasma and how doctors don't really believe in pasma. I remembered during his first introduce-yourself-impromptu-speech that he wanted to be a doctor, so I told him that he couldn't be a surgeon anymore (because he has shakey hands). So he said he didn't really want to go into surgery, that he was planning to take-up internal medicine anyway. I didn't continue our conversation at that point because I was afraid that the already suspecting class would read anything more into our talks. Well, that and I really did not want to talk about INTERNAL medicine - ewww! (hihi! pano kaya si Randy??)
Anyway, after the quiz, I threw a game of charades (because we were going to discuss Non-Verbal Communication next) with movies as our category. His group volunteered him to act for them and he picked Rasputin as his movie. He was obviously at a loss, and kept jumping and acting weirdly at one corner of the platform, pointing to his metal chain (that probably held his wallet), while I was giggling in the other corner. I remember Herbert acting out that movie: 1st syllable, sounds like, *Herby making kamot his arm = rash = Rasputin. The-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart was pointing to his chain because of rust! hihihi!!!
When the game was over and the other team had one, the class decided to continue the charades, and because WE were in no state for learning, I agreed. I called on him again, and the class howled with yeeeheees and stuff. Of course, I was a bit defensive. But, come to think of it, I didn't really make an effort to scold the class (I was, afterall their teacher, and should be respected... even if I did fall off the platform), mostly, I just ignored their catcalls... ^_^ Anyway, I dismissed the class after a few more movies, and nothing else happened.
Of course, the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart isn't my only cute student. There's the-boy-much-bigger-than-any-of-his-classmates-but-also-much-too-immature, and then there's Chinese-boy-with-a-cute-name-and-speaks-horrid-English. They're freshies, or at least one of them is, I forgot na. But there's something about the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart, he's not just cute, he's full of himself, very confident, arrogant even. He also seems very determined to make it into Med School. But there is this one annoying thing about him... He reminds me too much of someone-who-I-fell-for-in-College... that and his body type is exactly like the boy-with-icky-viral-sties-and-squeaky-voice on whom I had a huge crush in highschool.
Anyway, what's special about the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart is that he makes it seem that he genuinely listens to me, and thinks I my opinions count - unlike someone-who-I-fell-for-in-College and the boy-with-icky-viral-sties-and-squeaky-voice who both barely noticed I existed. But then, the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart has no choice but to listen to me, if he doesn't , he'll probably fail.
If anyone is wondering if I'm thinking of going on a power trip to MAKE the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart like me more than just as his teacher, then you are INCREDIBLY and ICKY-LY (is that even a word?) mistaken. I am not that kind of person!!! I recognize that I like the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart, but I WILL NOT overstep my boundaries as an educator. I am his teacher, and that is it... My career, afterall, is much more important than any boy I know (except maybe Prince William or Daniel Radcliffe, for whom I would GLADLY leave my job, my country, my family, my friends, my all!). Of course, that doesn't stop me from looking forward to teaching my speech classes (not just because of the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart, but also because I sincerely enjoy teaching speech), and from being extra careful with the platforms upon which I practice my noble profession. ^_^
It's a good thing my students are not exactly like me. If it were I sitting in the front row when my teacher had fallen from the platform, I would have burst out in LARGE AMOUNTS OF LAUGHTER, and I wouldn't have stopped until classes were over... Even then, I would tell all my friends, and recount how my teacher said (loudly) Ay puke! in front of the class when he "fell off the platform..."
*blush... to add lots of insult to an almost-serious-but-thank-God-I-have-great-balance injury, the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart was sitting in the second row, grinning evilly as the rest of the class tried to muffle their giggles. Of course, to try to save face, I immediately countered with a reminder to my speech class: "When you're giving a speech, try to look at the platform to avoid falling!" Of course, that only made them laugh harder. /sob
Anyway, I just posted Bette's I'm Beautiful because I'm too tired to type - not really, I'm too lazy to type and thinking of the TONS AND TONS of papers that need to be graded makes me want to burn all them and give everyone a 1.0!!! Ang bait ko no?? Hihihi!!! But to hell with all those papers, it's the weekend, and I am entitled to my personal time! >=)
Moving on, the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart.... he's ADORABLE!!!!!!! Of course, he's also my student, and if someone from the University reads this blog: I am dead meat! Well, not really, I haven't done anything - I don't even look at him when I'm discussing something in class because he makes me blush... *blush - something I never knew I could do. So you could imagine my delight (delight is too sinister a word... excitement? too sexy, enchantment! that seems to capture it - ok fine, it wasn't so much enchantment as much as it was just plain kilig) when I threw a one-on-one pronunciation quiz. I was sitting at the back of the room and calling my students one at a time to pick five words from a little box and pronounce them to me.
I called the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart last because his index card was at the bottom of the pile. Yes, I ask my students to sumbit index cards with pictures (and their favorite movie line) so I know who they are (and what they're like). (the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart's favorite movie line is from an intense drama movie, which I haven't seen. Suffice it to say that Maria Callas' very rare rendition of Non mi dir from Mozart's The Marriage of Figaro was part of it's soundtrack. And I think his picture was taken when he was still in highschool!!! Which is odd because he's already a college sophomore. Does that mean he hasn't had his picture taken since highschool???) Where was I?? I forget... Oh, right, the pronunciation quiz.
I called him last because his index card was at the bottom of the stack, it was just plain coincidence but apparently, some of his classmates read something into it. As he took the chair I had set in front of me, I noticed a couple of things. First: This boy needs to have his eyebrows waxed or shaved or plucked, or all three. He is seriously just a few hairs away from a unibrow!!! Next, he has a nice voice. It's pretty deep for a boy his age, well, it's not really that deep, but it suits him. And at least he's not squeaky! Next, he is really thin! Not exactly skin and bones, but thin enough to need a few extra calories in his diet. Then, I saw his hands were shaking! I mean, throughout the quiz, several other students' hands were also shaking, but so were their voices. They were nervous about sitting in front of a teacher and having to talk to me for a few minutes while pronouncing words like Haute Couture, genuine, consequently, subsequently, guitarist, etc. This boy, however was adamant. He was in no way nervous - at least I didn't see any signs of nervousness (ei. shakey voice, sweaty palms, etc). I asked him why he was shaking, and he actually talked to me about pasma and how doctors don't really believe in pasma. I remembered during his first introduce-yourself-impromptu-speech that he wanted to be a doctor, so I told him that he couldn't be a surgeon anymore (because he has shakey hands). So he said he didn't really want to go into surgery, that he was planning to take-up internal medicine anyway. I didn't continue our conversation at that point because I was afraid that the already suspecting class would read anything more into our talks. Well, that and I really did not want to talk about INTERNAL medicine - ewww! (hihi! pano kaya si Randy??)
Anyway, after the quiz, I threw a game of charades (because we were going to discuss Non-Verbal Communication next) with movies as our category. His group volunteered him to act for them and he picked Rasputin as his movie. He was obviously at a loss, and kept jumping and acting weirdly at one corner of the platform, pointing to his metal chain (that probably held his wallet), while I was giggling in the other corner. I remember Herbert acting out that movie: 1st syllable, sounds like, *Herby making kamot his arm = rash = Rasputin. The-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart was pointing to his chain because of rust! hihihi!!!
When the game was over and the other team had one, the class decided to continue the charades, and because WE were in no state for learning, I agreed. I called on him again, and the class howled with yeeeheees and stuff. Of course, I was a bit defensive. But, come to think of it, I didn't really make an effort to scold the class (I was, afterall their teacher, and should be respected... even if I did fall off the platform), mostly, I just ignored their catcalls... ^_^ Anyway, I dismissed the class after a few more movies, and nothing else happened.
Of course, the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart isn't my only cute student. There's the-boy-much-bigger-than-any-of-his-classmates-but-also-much-too-immature, and then there's Chinese-boy-with-a-cute-name-and-speaks-horrid-English. They're freshies, or at least one of them is, I forgot na. But there's something about the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart, he's not just cute, he's full of himself, very confident, arrogant even. He also seems very determined to make it into Med School. But there is this one annoying thing about him... He reminds me too much of someone-who-I-fell-for-in-College... that and his body type is exactly like the boy-with-icky-viral-sties-and-squeaky-voice on whom I had a huge crush in highschool.
Anyway, what's special about the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart is that he makes it seem that he genuinely listens to me, and thinks I my opinions count - unlike someone-who-I-fell-for-in-College and the boy-with-icky-viral-sties-and-squeaky-voice who both barely noticed I existed. But then, the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart has no choice but to listen to me, if he doesn't , he'll probably fail.
If anyone is wondering if I'm thinking of going on a power trip to MAKE the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart like me more than just as his teacher, then you are INCREDIBLY and ICKY-LY (is that even a word?) mistaken. I am not that kind of person!!! I recognize that I like the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart, but I WILL NOT overstep my boundaries as an educator. I am his teacher, and that is it... My career, afterall, is much more important than any boy I know (except maybe Prince William or Daniel Radcliffe, for whom I would GLADLY leave my job, my country, my family, my friends, my all!). Of course, that doesn't stop me from looking forward to teaching my speech classes (not just because of the-boy-who-reminds-me-I-have-a-heart, but also because I sincerely enjoy teaching speech), and from being extra careful with the platforms upon which I practice my noble profession. ^_^
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