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As I already wrote on the previous posts, I am back to that comfortable - chilly - giggly working zone: [Name censored]. Being around the kids do inspire me everyday with their wonders in small things, their wits, and the freshness of unpolluted minds of theirs. That is in contrast with my disgust (oops, sorry. I mean 'wonder') with the colleagues. Of course not with who they are, but how they work. Nothing is personal, I don't have time for hate in this lovely environment. They work TOO SLOWLY or I can say that they abandon the tasks they are given. Something that can be done by one person ended up worked on by many teachers -- and still, the result is not outstanding.

It is irritating to see people who don't give their best. I feel thankful that the manager is still my best friend that have good work ethics. If I'm not careful enough, I could come as a new comer with mouth full of critics (I think I already am, but I tell all the critics to the manager not to the ones who showed the behaviors.) It is not about coming late to work, but much bigger than that.

1. Messy Classroom.
So irritating. How would you encourage your students to "Tidy up, keep your environment clean" by showing them how messy you are, how you don't give a damn about the presentation of a space.

2. Not The Best Learning Environment
With computers turned on and people going in and out (just for the sake of checking their phones -- that are being charged there) the class while you are teaching, why don't you just make a study tour to the zoo? Zoo is even better than that.

3. Unimproved English Skills After Years
I worked there on 2011, okay? I came back on 2015 and your speaking or writing fluency has not improved at all. Come on teachers, meet the standard.

4. Impoliteness
Silence is golden, you think? That's true, except you're being silent when your boss is asking for your opinion in meetings. You can at least say "Sorry I have no idea" rather than being silent like dead blocks.

5. Touchy Teachers
Some of the female teachers overuse tickle as a bonding or kidding method with their students, as if they don't have any better, smarter joke. When it happened in front of me, I couldn't help to tell them to stop. I did, and they stopped. But next days I see it again.

Great, I stretched my English writing skill by writing these itchy complaints as a newcomer and as a colleague. All these five facts lead to one conclusion: "You are corrupted to the core." By consciously not improving your behaviors and your skills in the field you are teaching, you still eat from the monthly salary the school pays.

After zooming in to my fellow teachers' irritating working attitudes, I will remind myself to always meet the standards and reaching out. In health and in sickness, in happy and sad days. Yes, just like a marriage. What is a marriage but a vow between two people? And your job is your profession. I heard from my lecturer that in Greek, profession means your vow in service to the society. Wow. I take it to the heart obviously. Last but not least, let our works be our prayer.

Love Life,
Keisha.

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