The sadness is creeping
– Into my periphery
Until it overwhelms
Salty tears a-weeping
– All about is sucking me
Deep into darker realms
My old friend
– A bitter taste of blood
A dull aching head
Let’s not pretend
– That this is good
But sleep instead
Submitted to dVerse Quadrille #202 – Darkness and Poets and Storytellers United #129
Today I’m feeling:
Tired but kept running by knowing that it’s the end of the week. Six hours of hot and humid teaching even with brief respites in the aircon have been completely draining.
I’m home now and will make myself a salad soon.
I took three of the magic mushroom pills that I got from Matt and can feel a sense of pleasure rising in me and will watch some comedy to wind down the evening.
Today I’m grateful for:
Kru Den, (I’m not sure if that’s her name actually) who lent me her Bluetooth speaker for my second class. I gave her a frangipani flower in return. I’d gotten it from a student earlier, who had put it behind my ear.
The best thing about today was:
Getting some good feedback on some of my recent poems. I didn’t get a chance to write anything new today but whereas I used to be about a week behind in posting poetry I’m now a month ahead. I’m enjoying writing and learning different forms and playing with it a little more.
What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?
I snuck up on Nong Fah and stuck a wet finger in her ear as she was lying down looking at her phone in a classroom. She went off in a huff and Jet said that she had PMS and had been moody all day (although she was fine in the morning when I saw her).
Knowing that it is best not to do anything more I played a bit with some other students but saw Fah dabbing her eyes with a tissue and looking really upset. I watched her from a distance and wondered at the loss of emotional control that many females get once a month. I can never really understand what that must feel like.
I caught her eye before I left for my own class and tried to express my sympathy with her.
Almost instantly on arriving at my own class, I could see that KanomBang was grumpy with me and her friends tried to explain that she too had PMS. “That thing…..girls….once a month…” I love it when the kids realise that they successfully communicated something in their second language.
Anyway, KB soon picked herself up a little bit and was ok.
It’s so weird to see the bewilderment on these kids’ faces when they go through this. Like ‘Why the fuck am I feeling like this and can’t change it?’
After I got home I messaged a mini heart to Fah and said that I was sorry she was upset in the classroom. She too, had recovered herself a little by then and was happy to chat a little. I told her I was sorry I snuck a wet finger in her ear and she laughed and said she was sorry that she behaved the way she did, which I, of course, told her there was no need to apologise.
As an aside, interestingly my super smart grade 8 student Film questioned me in class why I treated boys and girls differently, something that he had picked up on perhaps when the ‘couple’ in the class were ‘fighting’ with each other. I say ‘fighting’ because it is really just puppy love quarrel-play – nothing serious.
The kids listening were very interested when I replied that I treat girls differently because of the way I can see they are treated in Thai society and that boys are seen as superior and are spoiled more. This got them talking a lot and whilst the girls agreed in general they said that their own families treated them like princesses.
It was an interesting idea to leave them with, to think and talk about.
Something I learned today?
I learned that Monday is a day off and on Wednesday students won’t come to school.
Apparently, there will be a sports event at the stadium for about 10 days which is going to make traffic even worse in the mornings.
Review your acts, and then for vile deeds chide yourself, for good be glad. — Discourses 3.10
I gave Nicha a little pep talk when she was looking down this morning.
After I’d finished teaching I saw my old grade 9 students with Kru David and I checked in with a few of them who were struggling with his work. Earn was all happy with herself because she told me that she had finished and, being a little suspicious, I asked if she had copied someone she shushed me and immediately admitted that she had.
I asked her what program she might do next year and she said the Chef program. I said that’s great and encouraged her to at least get what she could out of being in the English program this year.
As I was leaving I saw Aida sitting by herself and also looking down. I actually didn’t recognise her at first as her head was tilted downwards with her hair covering her face. Her friends said that she was upset and tired today and when I met her at lunchtime she was resting her head on the table but with a quick chat she said that she would be ok to do my work in the afternoon.
I was intent on leaving quickly but seeing her again I stopped and sat with her and also gave her a little pep talk. She didn’t say much until I asked her if everything was ok at home and she opened up that she was having some problems with her mum. We didn’t get into it but I told her that she can talk to me at any time if she needs to.




















