I want to be a bad girl.
Seriously.
There's this teacher, who is so ridiculous. She always doesn't make sense. Like in the class, she always talks nonsense and says something very girlish or something off-topic, clearly showing immaturity at her her age. Read my previous post, I think she's really angry with me. I know deep down, she never like me. I'm the president of the Form 6 Library. And very unlucky, she's the teacher-in-charge for my BATCH. What the hell. She's always limiting me, and manipulating me, overpowering me. It's OK if she wants to overpower me, but, does she really know how to run or operate a library systematically? I know she can manage things well, like, she gave us free coloured papers and a plastic to wrap our exercise books nicely and neatly in place. What a good idea, but, you know, we're FORM 6 students, I almost turn 19 now, you can't possibly keep instructing me to follow and OBEY you. They gave the power to me, I have the responsibilities to play my part well. I did it, just that the teacher isn't satisfied.
Because you know what, I'm very daring, I don't think it's necessary to inform every trivial matter or issue to you.
You're just
a supervisor.
I listen to your advice, but I don't necessarily have to follow, take it or not taking it, it's up to me. Because all the while,
I AM THE PRESIDENT.
Between you and I, trust me or not, the librarians will choose me. I interact with them. Every day, I have duty for them. It's ME that organizing the library. I transformed the library for everyone's convenience. Now, my librarians are very comfortable to duty in the small library, have it not been for the design and transformation I made, the library might be mess-looking, the librarians wouldn't have the mood to work, the students wouldn't be interested to borrow the books and worst of all, the library would be like an OFFICE. I feel sick when thinking of the previous design of the library.
I told my dad about my situation. If she wants to swift me,
get ready to see my father in pejabat.
My dad is all ready. So am I.
Seriously.
There's this teacher, who is so ridiculous. She always doesn't make sense. Like in the class, she always talks nonsense and says something very girlish or something off-topic, clearly showing immaturity at her her age. Read my previous post, I think she's really angry with me. I know deep down, she never like me. I'm the president of the Form 6 Library. And very unlucky, she's the teacher-in-charge for my BATCH. What the hell. She's always limiting me, and manipulating me, overpowering me. It's OK if she wants to overpower me, but, does she really know how to run or operate a library systematically? I know she can manage things well, like, she gave us free coloured papers and a plastic to wrap our exercise books nicely and neatly in place. What a good idea, but, you know, we're FORM 6 students, I almost turn 19 now, you can't possibly keep instructing me to follow and OBEY you. They gave the power to me, I have the responsibilities to play my part well. I did it, just that the teacher isn't satisfied.
Because you know what, I'm very daring, I don't think it's necessary to inform every trivial matter or issue to you.
You're just
a supervisor.
I listen to your advice, but I don't necessarily have to follow, take it or not taking it, it's up to me. Because all the while,
I AM THE PRESIDENT.
Between you and I, trust me or not, the librarians will choose me. I interact with them. Every day, I have duty for them. It's ME that organizing the library. I transformed the library for everyone's convenience. Now, my librarians are very comfortable to duty in the small library, have it not been for the design and transformation I made, the library might be mess-looking, the librarians wouldn't have the mood to work, the students wouldn't be interested to borrow the books and worst of all, the library would be like an OFFICE. I feel sick when thinking of the previous design of the library.
I told my dad about my situation. If she wants to swift me,
get ready to see my father in pejabat.
My dad is all ready. So am I.
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