TOWERED

Lately, my ego has been getting knocks.



Growing up around 2 brothers are not easy. Not only do they smell bad, speak their own language, talk loud, eat alot, and are crazy over football / DOTA / WOW / IT gadgets etc, the most hateful thing is: they tower over me. Yes, even the younger brother, who is 7 years my junior.

Whenever they feel like, they would simply stand right in front of me, puff up their chest, and look down at me. Literally. Look down at me. It feels intimidating. I feel all so puny. I feel as mighty as an ant. Disgusting feeling. I'm secretly lavishing over the idea of using the index finger to p!o!k!e! them in the offensive-looking chest. Puff lah, puff lah, puff your chest somemore? That has gotta hurt! Hohoho!



During lessons, too. It antagonizes terrors me how, more often than not, students are - if not taller than me - at least of the same height as me. There are, like, 3 TALL people in one of the classes; all of whom are males. Of course, as any typical schoolboys, they like to jump and coil up the string cord that is attached to the projector screen. They are simply AWESOME in jumping. The string cord would ALWAYS end up coiling around the projector screen at least 3 rounds. This is a mockery to me because (ahem!) teachers don't - and never will - stand on a chair just to uncoil the string cord so as to pull down a projector screen. No, no, I insist, not that I'm short. Teachers just don't do these kind of things; these kind of specialized jobs are always specially reserved for the tallest in class.

Yeah, right. Who am I kidding?



Anyway, just the other day, the 3 boys were teasing each other. Talk about opportune timing! As I walked into the class, the tallest of them all so happened to tuck the victim's pencil box neatly behind the PA system speaker. It was TOTALLY AMAZING! In my heart, I was like, "GOSH! WOW!!! Oh my goodness!!! HOW ON EARTH...!!! BRILLIANT!". It was picture-perfect! His jump was graceful and light. My eyes nearly popped out, and I nearly requested for an encore. That aside, I was utterly amused by their playful antics. What darlings. Those boys!



I've always thought that the only one kind thing with respect to this job is that my feet can be spared from being subjected to the often-understated tortures of wearing heels. Heels not only promote bad posture, and are also really bad for knees and ankles by creating extra pressure on them. I've always been thankful for the fact that I prance around in heels on only one day per week at most, which is, Saturday.

Well, as the saying goes, "There are two sides to every coin". Today, during one of the lessons, one girl (from the same class as the 3 TALLies) walked pass me. For reasons unknown, she suddenly announced happily (but a tad too gleeful for my liking), "老师，我跟你一样高！"

She's 15.







That sound just now?

Oh, it's just the sound of my ego shattering.