Why am I sacrificing my sleep to do the assignment now, you might be asking. Well. My tutor singled me out after class last week to question me about the assignment and, like most other teachers I’ve known, was calculative, pushy and lacked tolerance & understanding. Moral of the story is: give equal respect to all assignments, even if they don’t contribute a freaking 0.01% to the semester’s grades because teachers are gei gao and the smallest things in life matter to them. Enough said.
Shudders run down my spine when I consider the thought of having six more semesters to go before I actually graduate. It’s only been a little less than two semesters and I have entertained the thought of quitting school. I’m sure every undergrad feels the same way.
Can’t believe I’ll say this Daph but, I miss your wit. I’ll even look pass the fact that it comes delivered with a voice very much like Nanny Fine’s.
Hang in there, Gladys. And Ting, how are the interviews going? Kel, stay out of trouble.
Music feeds your soul.
iPlaying: This Masquerade by Lisa Ono
Cheers.
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