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it's a difficult job


i never said it was easy for me to fail any of you.







and this is a difficult job. it just can't work the way you would want it to. it would be unfair. and professionality states i should not let my emotions cloud my decisions. it pains me to see you did not try hard enough to reach that passing mark.. and so i have no choice but to give you what you deserve. and it pains me to see, too, that u did try, but did not make it still.

as a teacher, and a young one at that, i am at a point where i only found my very good friends within your circles, and it is hard, very hard to fail even them. but i had to. because it's my job. and you can say all the bad things you'ld want to say about me. if you try to be in the position i am already in, and look at your semestral work like it was somebody else's, you'ld understand why i had to fail you.




there maybe other choices and other chances. but they're not happening now. the chances have been given to you many times for the past 5 months. and the choices to not do them right were yours to take. and i have no other chance to give.
next semester maybe.



i'm sorry. and i hope we could still be friends.
:)

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