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Knife in the heart

KJ: It seems that a complaint was made about you by your TESL students.

Me: Really? What was it about?

KJ: The complaint was that you just let the class rep give the marks... What's that about?

Me: Errr... I think they may have got it wrong... The class rep does not give the marks... I give the marks, but i refer the class rep because as the director he would be in the best position to know what goes on...

KJ: You've really got to be careful... Students nowadays have no qualms about going up to the very top to voice their complaints... You're still new... It would be a shame if anything were to happen...

Me: (nodding) I understand...
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azie said…
i guess it was a misunderstanding sir. however, i would like to apologize on behalf of my fellow classmates :(
May 3, 2008 at 3:44 PM
Yana Ismail said…
:(
I also want to apologize on behalf of my friends Sir:(

Sorry..sorry..sorry:(
I'm sad:(
May 3, 2008 at 4:03 PM
Tiesha Chan said…
i hope the person who did this will take the responsibility 4 what he/she had done.. shame on dat person.. we're sorry 4 dis matter sir..
May 3, 2008 at 4:05 PM
Abdullah Mohd Nawi said…
That's ok girls...
Thanks for ur concern :)
It's a normal thing I guess... A challenge everyone has to go through
May 3, 2008 at 6:48 PM
Tok Rimau said…
Yeah. It's a normal thing.

And. The good things about you, they don't want to report to the boss. Sigh.
May 5, 2008 at 12:28 PM
Abdullah Mohd Nawi said…
So I take it's happened to u as well huh tok?
May 5, 2008 at 3:10 PM
na'immah said…
we all may love under the same sky, but we don't all have the same horizons.some just get carried away...

hopefully,we could still enjoy your sunny disposition sir. it would be a tremendous loss if we couldn't.

"to be great is to be misunderstood"-george eliot(i think)
May 7, 2008 at 11:01 PM
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