Act 7, Scene 9: sitting and wondering

I had my first tuning in session today. It's this session at the start of a class where a teacher recaps or revises previously taught concepts and all. So I was going through the addition, aubtraction and multiplication of decimals. All was going fine and I had explained that for addition and subtraction, we would do it as we would when dealing with whole numbers. And was yakking away about the decimal point and all.

Then we got to multiplication. And everything was going ok until I had finished drawing the decimal point. Then, I stopped.

"Wait a minute. The decimal points aren't aligned. Where should it be?" I thought to myself. And for a long time,I didn't turn back to face my class. I was stumped. Haha.

The children were equally stumped. Then I asked, "Ok..is this right?". Up til then I hadn't dared face my CT. But then I realized that I needed to do something to salvage the situation. And then it hit me. I had multiplied a decimal with another decimal which is something they have never learnt. And which I have, at most times, used a calculator to accomplish. So I changed the question, on the pretext that it was too difficult for them, to something ridiculously easy. Haha. My CT met me after the class and told me "Good save.. Never let them know you've made a mistake.". Haha. At least she was understanding.

So anyway, today was an ok day. None of the debacle of yesterday which I shan't try to recall here but which was bad to say the very least. Today was quite a relaxed day.

I was wondering today: who draws all those pictures that are used in composition writing/oral picture discussions? I mean is there a company that employs people to do it? And where do they get the inspiration to do it? I wouldn't say it's that spectacular but I do wonder how one gets a job doing that. It'd be interesting to know.

So anyway, got Mendaki later. Haha. That should be fun. I was so pissed off at always being accused of not switching off my lights and fans so I stood at the door during the last lesson and kept repeating, "No..we must wait until the fans stop spinning then we can go." loudly; so that my accuser could hear. And fortunately he wasn't so dense and he got the message that I was making fun of him so he waved me off. Idiot. Too bad he doesn't know that my pet peeve is being accused of doing things I didn't do. Felt like smacking him on the forehead. Idiot.

But it's all good. And today will be undeniably good too. See ya.