September sucks

I just finished work yesterday, bringing an end to 2months + of teaching them little kiddies. I guess the biggest regret is that once again, without anything but just my shittyass memory to document these memories and experiences, it's only a matter of time before these memories fade away like all else. Damn my goldfish memory.

I think the working stints have really made this post-NS break really enjoyable. I've actually got these jobs all by myself, no strings or anything, and slogging it out with the common folk not like stupid resume-building internships. I guess I'm lucky that I don't really need to resume build and what not in that sense, allowing me to choose jobs that I really enjoy.

I'll miss them children. The longer you are in this job, the harder it is to prise yourself away. Just as the kids start getting attached to you, perhaps this fast-disappearing youth is a great advantage, I find myself having to quit. I can't articulate my thoughts well enough to do justice to what I feel, so I'll just keep it as that.

Yesterday, alot of children even brought gifts because it was Teacher's Day, definitely the parent's idea, but still I realised how gratifying it was as a teacher to just be remembered or appreciated. Brownies, flowers, small trinklets, and then I realised what an asshole I was to not have remembered my teachers at all or actually have ever bought them anything to show my appreciation, not even a simple visit back to my alma mater to show my appreciation to the teachers. Why was it so hard then, when all it takes was just a little effort on my part, to really REALLY makes someone else's day.

Recently, I'm really becoming more retrospective and reflective. Maybe this is what growing up is. sux0rs!