yeah, his fake smile :DDo you miss Mr, I mean, AARON? The first time I saw him was when he was wandering around in the F block during cf. I remember seeing him and going like; Whoa, HARRY POTTER
Then I saw him jogging past my house.. in those super tight shirts he made. Then one day I found out he was a brother to someone I knew. (I didn't know tim that time) I plucked up my courage and spoke to him and was totally stunned by how deep his voice was. He sounded british and cool and all. I went back to school and couldn't stop blubbering about him to everyone, haha. He was like some kinda hot jogging stranger with a voice of.. of like those guys on radio advertistments.
THENN, when he appeared in our class for Maths, I couldn't stop hopping up and down. It was like God had sent an angel with a nice voice to save us from utter boredom.
Yes, I exagerate. Sorry xD
Well, I'm not saying he's the worst teacher of all math teaching history, it's just that he doesn't have an effect on people where they must, MUST listen no matter what. He's just too nice. He had to yell and yell those famous words that will never tire... : CLASS, QUIETTTT.
For the first few weeks of his lessons, I kinda ignored the work he gave and spent those 35 minutes laughing with Lydia and Sara and all. We hadn't umm, "bonded" with him yet. Then during bacaan we drew on his hand then POOF.
BOND.
And then when the fun was really crazy, suddenly; "This is my last week here."
WHAT?!
I have to say this, Mister Aaron, or Aaron Sim, or Mis Noraa, I miss you and your daddy's beautiful Nixon camera, your hilarious for-picture-only-smile, and your stomach tickling lala pose.
Appreaciate all the friendly temp teachers that come your way, people. One day The Datin will stop giving us nice teachers and throw in mean scary, workloving ones.
Shamam is on her way back...
