The City That Never Sleeps
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posted : March 11, 2009
And if there’s one thing NUS never fails to keep you on your toes is, apart from the disastrous CAP calculation system, would be the fear of having to watch your mouth especially when you are about to spew a bunch of horrible words about the tutor who mumbles to him in class all the time, for instance. It’s scary how sometimes it’s so hard to differentiate if the bloke standing beside you happens to belong to a teaching stuff of the varsity or one of the many there, like yourself, struggling to keep up with the insatiable demands thrown upon you. Alas! I had the same experience earlier on the way back home. I decided to grab one of few remaining seats on the 96, only to realise a good 10 minutes later, as I reached for the bell, that the guy beside me was actually my tutor. Or rather the tutor I whom I didn’t mind exposing my ignorance to just a couple of hours back. Oh gosh! Even he got a shock I swear as our eyes met. Haha. But we both laughed it off. So wells wasn’t that bad huh. Imagine if it were one of those “I’m-just-too-good-to-teach-you” kind of people. Then, wish me luck I say.
Well, it’s really nice coming back home early on a gloomy wednesday afternoon. And I even decided to make a conscious effort to actually slow down my pace while walking back. So much so, I even let a man like in his 60s pass me. Can you imagine! When actually I hate the fact that a group of manjens or rather PRCs in particular can overtake me on the track. I so didn’t allow that to happen yesterday as a lapped the same idiotic bunch twice. Hur hur. |
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