This is a blog-public lash out on a few of the people that I have classes with. I shouldn't be writing this.
I have this one classmate, whom I sat with early this year, but I have since avoided him. He has retainers and he takes them off when you're talking to him. He sniffs the retainers and put them back in, takes it out, sniffs them again.
I have this one classmate, who I always end up with in groupwork. She is a phd student (don't ask me why she's in my class). She has loads of teaching experience.
Being a phd student and having lots of teaching experience does not make you better. I have been putting up with her stubbornness. She likes things her way. She makes the rest of the group members look insignificant. So today, after much debate of what our focus in the lesson should be (we were supposed to plan a lesson that teaches ESL students how to describe... she wants to teach simple present tense. go figure). I got fed up of her pushing for her opinion and I left - i went to the boy's toilet and stared into the mirror, washed my face, went to the piano room which was opposite my classroom, stared at the piano.
So much for being an MA(ture) student.
I have this one classmate, whom I sat with early this year, but I have since avoided him. He has retainers and he takes them off when you're talking to him. He sniffs the retainers and put them back in, takes it out, sniffs them again.
I have this one classmate, who I always end up with in groupwork. She is a phd student (don't ask me why she's in my class). She has loads of teaching experience.
Being a phd student and having lots of teaching experience does not make you better. I have been putting up with her stubbornness. She likes things her way. She makes the rest of the group members look insignificant. So today, after much debate of what our focus in the lesson should be (we were supposed to plan a lesson that teaches ESL students how to describe... she wants to teach simple present tense. go figure). I got fed up of her pushing for her opinion and I left - i went to the boy's toilet and stared into the mirror, washed my face, went to the piano room which was opposite my classroom, stared at the piano.
So much for being an MA(ture) student.
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