"Cher? Cher? How to find the surface area of that cylinder?" Cher? Wtf? Alright, Cher stands for T'cher. It is the affectionate name that Sec 1C of Henderson Secondary had given me. You see, they are my virgin students. Err, virgin in the sense that they are my first batch that I handle in my part-time job as faciliator. At first I was nervous, just as anyone would be on their first day. The feeling was made worse by the co-ordinator. "You hong-gan liao lar. Henderson Sec is nortoriously famous lor. Wish you good luck leh." But they are only Sec 1, I thought. How tough could they be? Scold me cheebye in my face? But seriously, I forgot how Sec 1 peeps are supposed to behave. Trying vigorously to recall how I was behaving in Sec 1, I realised I had no time for that. My potential nemeses had just arrived. "Line up in twos, students. Follow kor-kor." Plain bochup was the reaction. Of course the nabeis and cbs couldn't come out. For god sake I am a t'cher now. So i shouted until my throat couldn't take it. But as time went by, their stone hearts eventually melted. Unsurprised of course, for nothing can stand in the way of dPx being popular with kids. Anyway, I soon found out how a fun bunch they are. Rowdy, playful, naughty, funny, ridiculous, hilarious, bla, bla, bla, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Ah bengs and ah lians? No no no. Maybe in the future, I don't know. Hopefully not. I suddenly felt overwhelmed by their every action and speech. I seriously felt that they are a greater lot to be with than say, err, RGS girls? Anyway I meant those 'highly educated' girls who would keep quiet and not respond to me in any way other than copy down whatever I had said, although most of what was being said, appeared to me to be bullshit at the end. Not the most academically inclined, but their cuteness certainly is enough for me to embrace them. Questions flowed faster than my brain could take it. "Cher, how to see line of symmetry?", "Cher, how to see the gradient same anot?", "Cher, how to write inequalities?". When I brought them to the huge board that displays the departures and arrivals, things got just a-little-bit messy. "Cher, where is Ho Chin Minh?" "Cher, where is Cebu?" "Cher, where is Maritius?" "Cher, where is..." "CHER SI MI LAN!!!????" Hey!! Of course I didn't react that way. I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of the 2 hour trail, although I got a bit paiseh when they sang Tuo Diao Tuo Diao Tuo Diao, Lao Si Tuo Diao at the end. Anyway, great experience. Pay's not that great but I enjoyed the work. Job satisfaction!! But everything has to end, and I admit that I may never see them ever again, even if I would have very much wanted to. But it's this kinda parting that makes this small-mini-tiny affliation all the more special. So we waved goodbye and so long. I was their king for these 2 hours. "Children, all kowtows and hail the king!!" "CHER, CHER, CHER!!!!"