The Fox and The Tiger



One day, a tiger caught a fox and was about to devour it. The quick-witted fox stopped the tiger, saying: "How dare you eat me? I was sent by the Emperor of Heaven to be the king of beasts. If you don't believe me, come with me and see for yourself if there is not one animal that isn't afraid of me!" The tiger wanted to investigate the fox's claim, so he agreed to go along with the fox's plan. 

The fox walked ahead of the tiger while the tiger followed closely behind. The rabbits, the deer and all the other animals in the forest ran for cover upon seeing the tiger. Seeing this, the tiger thought those animals were really afraid of the fox, so he did not dare to eat the fox. 

From this tale came the idiom 'The fox borrows the tiger's ferocity', which is used to describe those who use another's influence to bully others.

It is not my intention to be the 'fox', and she does not resemble a 'tiger' either.  But it all happened on a boring, sweaty afternoon, where we all had a good laughed over it.

The next door remove class was so noisy and rowdy that I decided to give them a warning. When I stepped out into the corridor, all the little boys dashed into their classroom and the class went drop dead quiet. Just when I was still quietly enjoying the moment that they were so fearful of me without having me raising my voice, my afternoon supervisor glided passed me gracefully.

I felt funny at the coincidence, and had to hold my laughters back quite badly.  Thus, retreating to my own class instantly.  

For years, I yearn to exert that kind of authority.  Despite the cane, my look (not really helping in that sense), I just can't 'own' the students.  That's why when new trainees ask whether we should be really strict to the students the first few months in order to set the authority, I said it is not necessary.  I tried but I did not excel in that.  My approach takes slightly longer time, where the students reallly get to know that I can be playful and nice at times, it doesn't mean I'm less serious about their work.

I guess the secret lies in sincerity.  I have students in my Facebook account that spam my wall to show their devotion.  I give out my contact number just in case they need to be in touch when they need help.  I bring students to my house for barbeque if they can't find a better place to hang out.  I send students home if it is on my way.  Whatever I do, I want them to know I care.  And thank God, for the past 13 years I have not encountered any student that want to harrass me, scratch my car, burn my house or use foul language on my Facebook wall.  

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