"Homed"work

Can't believe that this weekend I am homed - The scheme of work has just intensified, so I had to spend my Saturday doing powerpoint slides and lesson plan. Thankfully, most of us had shared some resources so I don't have to create notes from scratch. And now I am taking a respite and blogging after working on my dissertation. Tuesday need to submit first draft and I am nowhere close to a quarter. But my supervisor has been more than generous and allowed me to give a shorter version since it is a first draft. I had to resort to cancelling ALL my tuitions for the weekends, something which I had not done for some time.

I must say I am considered one of the lucky ones who got pretty decent classes. A bit chatty, but that's fine with me. In fact, I would rather have that than a graveyard of a class. Mentors were excellent and they were kind of vested in making sure I learnt the ropes from them. From tomorrow onwards, I'll be doing classes.

There was this colleague who came up to me and said, "Ey, I saw your name and realised your surname is Mr ***. And I am finding it incredibly familiar. Have I met you somewhere?" To which I offered a few suggestions... Erm maybe NUS?? -no. NIE??? -no. Or were you from #JC?
To which her eyes lit up and she squealed, "Oh yes, your are that Mr *** who gave relief teaching for Chem. But sorry to disappoint you.. after you left, I dropped Chem cos that teacher who came in cannot teach and I cannot tahan oredi".

That's what I like about the profession - so many degrees of separation but which eventually draw people together. Nice.

Anywya, I'm going for some voice recording this weekend with ACRES. Playing the role of an elephant and a slow loris. Wonder how slowly I should speak as a slow loris, or how elephantine I should be in my voice quality. After all, SL LLG has anointed me as the person with the most elephantine memory - has full capacities for remembering all details to their finest exaction. Of course, I just recently chilled his bone when I recounted ad verbatim, the connection between his Mum, him and the Oxford single girl (let's call her M) I was trying to introduce. To reproduce the famous text I mouthed here which SL LLG had forgotten, this was what I said,

"Well SL LLG, so you still can't remember what you said to me that connects your Mum, you and M?"

With that inscrutable look, he only had to confessed that age has caught up with him and he had no recollections.

"Well, let me tell you SL LLG...
Previously you said before, 'My Mum would be easily contented with my brother and I just growing up to be decent boys graduating from a local university. She would never had thought that one would go to Cambridge, and now she would never even have expected that her future daughter-in-law has a degree no less than BCL Oxford' --- so there you go, SL LLG, the connection I promised to draw up between you, your Mum and M!", giving that smug look.

Stopping in his track, he heaved, "you really remember everything hor"

Of course.