I'm sitting here baby-sitting a sec 3 class for my absent CT (cooperating teacher, also my supervisor) and it's literally in one of the temporary container classrooms I did my 'A'-level maths exam (pui!) in. It's getting a bit less weird now (my third day in Dunman High, now situated in the old RJC campus) being a teacher here, seeing kids in my old secondary school uniform roam the corridors of my old junior college campus. I am trying not to be obsessive about things (like, it's OK to have the afternoon off, stop running around asking for things to do!) but old habits die hard. Yes, I am an obsessive idiot.

p.s. I have yet to make friends with the ex-discipline master (now an adjunct teacher) because I remain deeply traumatised by his papaya-confiscating antics. I have this urge to strut past him smugly, papaya in hand going, MUAHAHAHAHA.