Okay, this is supposed to be my personal journal and I am not supposed to post here a piece from my column---which I must say is too political.
However, nothing is really going on in my little "shit-for-brains-CSB (College of Saint Benilde) world"--as one person wrote in his hate mail sent to me.
I am sort of celebrating the one-year suspension of one devil of a CSB professor so I am posting this as a hooray-piece.
CSB people, we all deserve an above par education delivered by equally good educators.
I was told of one DLS-CSB professor who diverts her misplaced frustrations toward her miserable students by loudly labeling them idiots in classroom discussions. A self-proclaimed super person, she forewarns the nuisances in the lot that she could hurl them out the window if need be.
Horror swelled in the four corners of my skull as I visualize Miss Super lugging a writhing student and afterwards hurling him out the window. Then, the noise of glass crashing, coinciding with a roll of thunder as an impending storm looms over the doomed juniors holding up anxiety-induced constipation, stranded in their armchairs. “Eeek.” was all I could mutter under a lungful of air.
I recall being verbally insulted by my first grade Mathematics teacher that a lump of fire seemed to build up in my guts which explodes into a screech each time she revealed a pack of arithmetic flash cards from up her sleeves. I finished elementary school with minimal knowledge in math. In high school, I would stare down on the red zeros in my Algebra notebook and my first grade teacher’s face would materialize on the o-mouth of a zero, with the same fat, incensed face of a child annihilator.
I don’t understand why Miss Super, the colossal scrooge, was granted a teaching post in this institution.
I acknowledge the fact that constructive criticism is necessary and indispensable for an effectual education. However, being called an idiot in class is comparable to paying some tyrant to repeatedly sock you in the head.
A sane dog would bite you mean on the arse if you kick it too cruel.
Oh, she’ll have her day.
However, nothing is really going on in my little "shit-for-brains-CSB (College of Saint Benilde) world"--as one person wrote in his hate mail sent to me.
I am sort of celebrating the one-year suspension of one devil of a CSB professor so I am posting this as a hooray-piece.
CSB people, we all deserve an above par education delivered by equally good educators.
I was told of one DLS-CSB professor who diverts her misplaced frustrations toward her miserable students by loudly labeling them idiots in classroom discussions. A self-proclaimed super person, she forewarns the nuisances in the lot that she could hurl them out the window if need be.
Horror swelled in the four corners of my skull as I visualize Miss Super lugging a writhing student and afterwards hurling him out the window. Then, the noise of glass crashing, coinciding with a roll of thunder as an impending storm looms over the doomed juniors holding up anxiety-induced constipation, stranded in their armchairs. “Eeek.” was all I could mutter under a lungful of air.
I recall being verbally insulted by my first grade Mathematics teacher that a lump of fire seemed to build up in my guts which explodes into a screech each time she revealed a pack of arithmetic flash cards from up her sleeves. I finished elementary school with minimal knowledge in math. In high school, I would stare down on the red zeros in my Algebra notebook and my first grade teacher’s face would materialize on the o-mouth of a zero, with the same fat, incensed face of a child annihilator.
I don’t understand why Miss Super, the colossal scrooge, was granted a teaching post in this institution.
I acknowledge the fact that constructive criticism is necessary and indispensable for an effectual education. However, being called an idiot in class is comparable to paying some tyrant to repeatedly sock you in the head.
A sane dog would bite you mean on the arse if you kick it too cruel.
Oh, she’ll have her day.
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