This is going to sound stupid and possibly shallow but I need to express it because it has made me feel good and even more like a human being than a robotic teacher.
My birthday is coming up on the 28 September. School breaks up tomorrow, the 23 September, which means that I’m not going to be at school for my birthday – and the choir sang AWESOME harmoniously.
The grade 4 class next door to me in a loud timed chorus all wished me happy birthday for the 28th. I was then greeted by big smiles on my grade 6 class’ faces because they orchestrated the first surprise.
I lead the class into my classroom where one of kids – who I have nicknamed Vlotz – gave me a present in a bag. This was followed by another boy – who I call Tit because he is so much like my friend Tiisetso, who we nicknamed Tit for short – gave me another gift.
Tit gave me a huge slab of chocolate, which next to Tarryn and smoking is my next biggest addiction. Vlotz gave me a pack of wicked biscuits, a card, and a R200 music voucher. That’s a lot of money to spend on a dude who gets paid to crap you out on a daily basis.
It’s gestures like these that turn me into a contradiction. How I hate my job, how I love my job. These kids, and the other 25 in my class, are simply the most wonderful children out; even the ones that are in a competition to end up in Juvenile Detention first.