Crap & Insults
So far the second semester has been insulting and crap. A few anticipated subjects failed to meet my expectations. Hmmn expectations, I used to limit myself to expect very little, just keeping it down to whether the sun’s going to rise. I guess this is why expectations are avoided but I digress.
The list of my disappointment shall start with English for communication. For this class we are thought at primary six level. Doing exercise on grammar and such. He reminds me of my previous applied maths lecturer, Mr. Eik. Instead of ending his sentence with ”ya” he seems to be ever blinking and not attentive either, giving us ample chance to read and sneak out.
”Journalism I” sounds interesting rite? But crap can hit where you least expect. A middle aged woman who used to be a journalist for the oldest local newspaper, Berita Harian. I was expecting someone older, probably from one of the newspaper my college affiliates with, the Star or *Nanyang Siang Pau. Her verbal skill’s is not up to par for someone who is suppose to teach “journalism” with dumb pauses that goes “arr” and traces of Malay in here speech that goes often goes “lah”. Not surprisingly for her class, we’re given vocabulary exercise equals to the ones given to form 2 students at most. Maybe it just her way to emphasize the importance of lugging a dictionary around. But ridiculous claims to be able read minds are the worse.
Introduction to drama is not as bad, but I’m stuck with rejects (me being one of course) one of them ever absent, another just annoying little bugger and the rest not that bad except for their lack of verbal skills. Difficult assignment going to hold me back for this subject: writing a play review. No problem but getting to one is and acting out scenes with my group: going to be hell. Pray for a miracle folks.
Bahasa Melayu Lanjutan or Advanced Malay Language starring the perky annoying lecturer from last semester. Oh fuck! here we go again. This time I’ve taken the initiative to get into a proper group: verbal skills check, brains check, beast of burden check. The thing that irks me is that things that I regard as interest, are deemed as sensitive to the system but deviant sexual orientation and practice are welcomed. This is where I say FUCK again.
The coming 14 weeks is going to be one of the most patronizing semester’s ever, looks like I’ll be in class ever reading.
*not quite sure.
