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QUESARAH

Desktop Confessional

Middle of the weeks.

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

I have been sleeping well these past few nights, but sadly, not enough. When you have to wake up at 6.30am four days in a row, sleep is never ever enough.

College on Wednesdays are cures for insomnia. It's just so unbearably boring. 8am to 10am we have Marketing which is without doubt, the quietest class of the whole semester- and it applies for all majors as well.

First off, the subject is frankly, a bore and the lecturer's one scary woman. Everyone just keeps deadly silent for fear of pissing her off. Rumour has it that she curses from letters A to Z, and I really do not want to be at the receiving end of any of the 26 alphabets.

If you're more than 10 minutes late, you're better off not coming anyway. She'll lock the door, and never opens it again until class is over. It has become weekly entertainment to see who's late. Everyone stops listening for awhile and bravely divert their eyes to the door to see the Poor Soul who's struggling to turn the knob. We look on as Poor Soul dejectedly gives up and walks away, and is marked absent.

We turn back to Scary Marketing Lecturer and think, if only this were Social Pyschology where you walk in after an hour and still the Nice Lecturer gives you a smile.

Today someone's handphone rang in the middle of Marketing class, and I swear the whole class held their breath to see if the lecturer would blow up. She didn't, but she did give a Deadly Stare. I reckon I should trademark that because her Deadly Stare is rather unique to her.

She gave Deadly Stare™. Class gets even quieter than I ever thought possible.

However, I do think she's okay with me because I got a tip from my seniors to always always sit in front for her class. I'm also very good with looking interested when in actual fact, my mind is a barren, empty wasteland of complete boredom.

It must be hard being a lecturer. On one hand you have Scary Marketing Lecturer who like, shuts the class up with one look but everyone is just faking attentiveness; and the other you have Nice Lecturer who has poor class management but is loved by everyone.

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My Wednesday nights however, are pretty nice thanks to TV:
1) Amazing Race 5.
2) Dodgeball DVD. Anything with Ben Stiller cracks me up. Does anyone have Zoolander DVD/VCD that they can lend me? Pleeeease?

  1. Blogger infinitium said:

    Waking up at 6.30am? Good Lord, now THAT'S a sin! :)

  1. Blogger BawangMerah said:

    Hahahah, killer lecturers! Miss them nowadays. One of my friends jadik lecturer for a while. During that time, he did the same thing, lock the class, and rules like everyone must speak in english. When we heard that we were shocked coz while we were studying, we always were late for class, late for handing in assignments, sleeping in class and what not. So everytime, we see him, we tease him. Hahahaah

  1. Blogger sarah said:

    Jase,
    you said it. :D

    Nagulan,
    fundabonka!
    be kind to your friend, dont bully :D

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