You know you’re getting on in years when attending your class barbecue no longer means savouring the joys of carcinogenically-enhanced food and waging an individual battle to raise the PSI of the vicinity with your secondary or jc class, but with your form class, as a fuddy-duddy teacher.
Yes, you might have once imbibed copious amounts of alcohol within the relatively safe confines of your chalet, even when you were conspicuously underaged, but, now, as the teacher, you shrug off the desperate pleas of your students to purchase alcohol for them and wag your finger disapprovingly at their wanton behaviour and requests.
You might even have once been responsible for a rabble-rousing shenanigan or two, within the aforementioned chalet, but, now, as you witness the shrieking histrionics of your hormonally-deranged students, every thought that germinates from your mind seems to start with the words “Youngsters nowadays…”.
Sigh.
Growing old.
i’m growing old, man.
No lah (oops!), you are not that old… Ballack is even older than you. Haha…
Anyway, we are hormonally -deranged? Haha
guess we are just more vocal and jumpy.
well i know you care, in fact all of us know it. perhaps cause we tried it before and nothing happened? i know we shouldn’t wait for something to happen, but well youngsters nowadays as you said. and now you realise you’re old! (x
i’m sure we were all “hormonally-deranged” once in our life(:
well perhaps you feel the need to be responsible for us, i dont know. maybe you feel disappointed? i don’t know what to say. shrugs-
Yeah we were all like that once, weren’t we? the antics of dunking and all..perhaps i should not give ideas to the impressionable youth who read this
i’m guessing that’s why you didnt turn up for prom? (:
cos mr sng’s barbecuing food for us! (x
the food was good, and ur not old.
if u think ur old, then get married soon!
yay. haha
that was a good entry. i actually laughed.