Questionable

I trust teachers. I regard a particular teacher as someone highly skillful in whatever domain they're involved in. But at the same time their credibility is in some way, fragile.

In 2006 when I was to sit for UPSR there was this tuition teacher who was (supposed to be) teaching me English who liked to tell ghost stories very much. She, yes she, was this married young woman who worked at a bank or something and tutored for maybe, some spare cash. Back in those days I surely enjoyed her stories and everything but now when I think again, what do you think you're doing, telling scary stuff when you're supposed to teach us? It was okay if she's trying to briefly brighten us up or something but she literally spent like 25 minutes out of the one hour period to narrate her ghostly experiences, yet in BM. and her stories kind of had sequels.

Another English teacher was this Indian Muslim guy, who was teaching me for PMR. He was quite distinctive, I don't know, there's something about him that I cannot describe that gave me uncomfortable feelings, but I didn't hate him. His smell, his bizarre hair and how his voice always suddenly raised. The main thing was his smell, he didn't seem like a smoker but he smelled like something. The moment when I decided not to accept anything that he taught, anymore was when he told us that "tables", the plural noun of "table" should be referred by "it" instead of "they" because "tables" do not live, they're not breathing. "They" are just for humans. Wat the. .. ... .
I doubt his sense of humor.

At the very same place in the same year, there was also this Sejarah teacher. I can still remember, his class was on Wednesday and I disliked attending his lessons, it made my lungs feel very heavy as though they were hauling some sacks of sand in each of my steps towards the class. His ability to remember dates of all those historical events and stuff actually creeped me out, having lessons with him made me want to sleep and he kept repeating the line "baik kalau kita lihat ye", he would scribble everything that came out of his mind onto the board, arrows, text and dates. He was a nice person, he looked like a father whom little boys would love to tell redundant stories to. Look, humans are existing in many different characters, behaviours and ways of doing things, but his, just didn't appeal to me. I didn't hate him but I don't think I've learned anything from him.