One week is finally over and I've yet to write my reflection. I'm leaving it for the weekends to complete because I'm really SUPER exhausted and tired and the thought of churning out an essay resembling a fragment of a reflection is simply put - irking the life out of me.

I can't imagine that they would expect such fantastic reflections from us, even though we only sat at the back of a tiny classroom listening to boring lessons. To make matters worse, I spent most of my week stoning in the so called 'materials resource room'.

Its not that I hate this job, and of course there are its peaks.

YES the kids are cute. YES the teachers may be friendly. But that's only the surface of things. After 1 week, I can safely say that kids nowadays are so much different from kids back in the 1990s. Although they may be so much smarter, with that it also comes with the loss of respect towards their elders and their fellow classmates. I guess its the fault of our society, parents pampering their offsprings so much that these kids grow up to be so spoilt.

Anyways enough dwelling on the future of our country. My only hope for now is that I won't screw up the remaining 4 weeks. -_- especially since I need to start teaching from the third week onwards. argh.