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Uncool

Maybe I shouldn't have started this blog now, not with everything that's been going on.

I'd like to clarify about what I said yesterday on shouting at examinees.

When the high school students usually give their application forms for going to college here at the university, they submit it individually, except when a handful of friends accompany each other.

Sometimes though, the guidance office of the school sets an earlier deadline than the university to save the students the inconvenience of lining up to pass their requirements. In those instances almost the entire fourth year batch will take the exam together, and be assigned the same schedule and room.

This creates an atmosphere where the children, surrounded by their peers, grow very comfortable even in the strange surroundings, and even unite in the face of reprehension.

When I found out I was going to give the entrance exam to girls from the same school last Sunday, I was already anticipating the chattering between parts of the exam, even during.

What I didn't expect was that they would continue to do so even as I was already giving them the instructions, to the point that the one who was supposed to pass the test booklets and answer sheets to that back didn't hear me. And her classmates laughed at her mistake.

It could have been the lack of sleep, on top of a trip that didn't go as I expected the day before, but the first sign was when I was already shouting the instructions to be heard over their noise.

The next time it happened, I had to loudly ask them to stop talking already.

I didn't reach the third stage, although it's not something that happens often enough to be labelled as such, and that's shouting a direct order to shut up already.

I also threatened them with the incident report form, which would invalidate their exam, but apparently some of them don't care about that.

Bottom line: by losing my cool even as much as I did, I was disgusted with myself for becoming something vile. That is, someone who couldn't find any other solution to the situation at hand than show raw emotion, become uncivilized and revert to caveman behavior.

Hopefully this loathing means it will be a long time before it happens again, if ever.


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