thoroughly enjoyed rummaging through all blythe clothes and art supplies at orchard today with shich and hazel, although shich still looks weak from being diseased, after so long, lol.
its like she screwed up her immunity system a lot, wonder if she'll be okay for fri's health checkup na.
i dont think anyone else in the world buys boxes of yellowing white envelopes, except me and shich. better find a use for them...
dint mess up much for kumon today, except that while packing homework for like, a few kids, i mixed up the maths with english. which is minor, considering the fact i pack more than a hundred kids' english, maths and chinese folders in 4 hrs, 20-50 sheets a folder, coupled with teaching them reading. yesterday's error of asking a girl to do working for long division is more disastrous, by kumon way of saying.
i thank the senior teacher there sincerely every time she comes over with my error and asks me to correct it, and sometimes i think she's pissed that she has to do so, but is incredibly patient nonethewise because she is a small-kid-teacher. its a gift.
i praised a boy today and wrote full marks on his reading card for his chinese oral(which is extremely rare, ive only done it this once, usually i give a half-egg, which means not perfect, or a poor or fair instead of good), and both him and the 'principal' were very surprised and pleased. she(principal) actually asked me wad i thought of his reading again to check wad i wrote.
seeing chang's initials in her handwriting on the work record sheet, and having heard that she's going to leave for canberra on mon, actually makes me feel kinda lonely, like a part of my life that i always took for granted will disappear with the coming week.
i love how we always call each other out to do stuff the day before or on the day itself, and trust each other to always be willing to accompany the other. we also always trust each other to synchronise to the meeting time, and catch each other on moving trains.
we work alternate days at kumon, and i smile inside when i see her handwriting on the kids' handbooks, next to mine.
its going to be sad to see her leave to live somewhere else, although its the best for her. of course.
being entrusted with the task of mailing her stuff to her there actually makes me feel better.
i tell the kids she's leaving, wondering if they feel the same loss.
its hard to be left behind, and i know its harder for her, becauses she loses more.