Blackboards, writing on desks, teachers losing their shit and going full psycho on a class full of monkey-goblins – this set of entries is a log of my SCHOOL DAZE.
On top of being a full-time lecturer at Rajabhat Maha Sarakham University, I am now a part-time teacher/herder at our attached elementary/high school. For the most part, it is fun. Some days are better than others. Overall, it probably makes me more pleasant to be around since I’m always thinking about what those crazy kids are doing and it makes me smile.
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Just the other day, though, I held up a flash card with a photo of a monkey on it (a full-body photo, not an illustration of a monkey face) and asked the class of nine-year-olds, “What is this?”
No less than half the class yelled back, “PAUL SMITH!!!”
Fuck globalization, yo.
Paul Smith. That’s precious.
Did you ever write on your desks at school? I don’t think so…you’d been raised with that “oldest child, good boy” mind set, right? (sorry)
But your brother was funny. As a creative sort who would daydream and “forget”, he didn’t use markers or pens. With a knife (probably one of those otherwise useless but cool swiss army knife Christmas gifts or something) he painstakingly carved words and phrases into his desk. Makes me smile to think about Max and Mina.