kids. no wonder they say upbringing is vital.

months have passed. i now know each kid as an individual.

you have kids who are fat. kids who are pudgy. kids who are average. kids that are skinny.

you have kids that are talkatative. kids who cant shut up. kids whom you wonder is mute. or tone deaf for that matter.

you have kids who are hardwoking. kids who obviously practise. and kids who obviously and blatantly do not.

you have pri 2 kids claiming they have all the time in the world because homework is very easy and few. and you have pri 2 kids claiming they have no time because the homework is very difficult. it is also interesting to note that these 2 kids are classmates.

you have kids who greet you and say thank you. and kids who march in and march out without even an eye contact.

you have kids who have lost their front teeth and look cute when they smile. let's not talk about the other type.

you have kids who are so eager to learn. and kids who think that i'm such a bother.

there are kids who i shall admit who became my pets. and .. let's not talk about the other type either.

then there are the parents.
you have parents thinking i dont seem qualified. bloody hell i AM pursuing a diploma so fuck off.

you have parents not knowing shit about music and they ask me why i am taking so long to teach a song when it's their bloody daughter being unable to grasp the technique. or rather, not even trying.

then there are the parents who push their kids. and piano which becomes a joy turns into a nightmare for the kids. and i bear the brunt of their black faces as well as their parents' black faces because their child's progress is slow.

on the other hand.
you have parents who express admiration for me.

you have parents thanking me for making lessons a joy when their child's previous teacher was hell.

you have parents giving me ang baos at chinese new year.

you have parents wanting to take pictures of their child and me so they can frame it up at the piano.

i have to remember the good.
especially when i have a bad day.
no, make that a fucked up day.
because of that and everything else.

and why is my blogger in chinese.