July 13, 2006 Sometimes it kills to know ; sometimes it's better not to know.
I guess one of the greatest insult to a teacher is when your students resort to buying coffee during break. Especially if they're teenagers who don't usually take coffee.
So I bought a cup of hot coffee and finished about half of it. I don't like it. Next week I shall try the coffeeshop's.
He still does remind me of a doctor and his voice can really send you to lullaby land.
And he, being an IT savvy person, doesn't even know that it's hard to read what he writes because he either uses a "brush" to write (think chinese calligraphy style), or uses a circle stuff that's too fat to read his handwriting. I have to rely on him saying what he writes down.
I really don't know what's going to happen after today. I don't want to know either.
Masquerade Paper faces on parade Masquerade Hide your face so the world will never find you
Masquerade Every face a different shade Masquerade Look around there's another mask behind you