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Thursday, November 1, 2012
Blame it on the monkey!
As a part of the assignment for one of the English subjects, my students had to attend a mock job interview and had to have me as their interviewer.  My students, all smartly dressed for the interview, entered the room according to the slots which I have allocated earlier.  As I entertained one student after another, in comes a student who, I would consider, is normally quite shy in the class.  He calmly placed his clear folder on my table and waited for my permission to sit.  I noticed that he was very nervous so I flashed him my smile.  I instructed him to sit and asked him to fill in some forms.  While he was busy writing down his particulars, I took the opportunity to go through his clear folder.  I smiled contently as I flipped through the pages to see his certificates all arranged in chronological order.  "Good!", I said, breaking the silence.  I continued to check his file when all of a sudden, I noticed that some of his primary school and secondary school certificates were all torn and damaged.  I was shocked to see that some looked like they have been glued together.  I quickly looked up to only catch my student gazing at me.  The student gave me a blank look, expecting me to say something.  Instantly, out of curiosity,  I asked him to explain the cause behind what had happened?  Without any expression on his face, he blurted the word, monkey!  "A monkey?", I asked...what do you mean?" I looked at him and expected him to elaborate.  He continued, "a monkey went into my room and did that". Indeed I was astonished.  A feeling of sympathy quickly filled my heart as I quickly asked, "do you have wild monkeys near where you stay?" The student kept quiet.  I thought he did not hear my question so i repeated it to him.  He looked at me and while still maintaining his composure...he finally said..."No, Madam...the monkey is my pet!" Upon hearing his explanation, I did not know how to react nor what to say.  A part of me felt sorry for him while another part of me felt like laughing.  Only God knows how deep inside me...I gave out my loudest laugh.  I am, in a way, thankful for having this as a part of my teaching experience.        
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i like this story..
i still remember u told us about this.. and now i miss english class with u ms :)
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