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Tuesday, January 22, 2008

VERY VERY MEAN PEOPLE.

my oh-so-boring life has nothing much to blog about.
except probably for gossips.
heh.

today was just like another day.
digi tutorial; quiz.

i only studied for it this morning.
weet.
the quiz paper was very similar to the sample quiz. almost the exact same ba. heh.
yay!
ok.enough said about that.

lets start from the beginning roughly..
at the beginning of the semester.
there's this group of kids girls.
ok,well dont know them at all.

first day of lesson, i walked into class and they stared at me.
which makes me keep thinking.. what? do i have some insect on my head or something?
that was first lesson.
next lesson was Elina's turn.
that was for the tutorials.
As for the lab lessons, they kept aiming at a girl.
like as though she owe them big.
yes.THEM.
more than one.
7 of them to be exact.
they basically talked about her. everything. from head to toe. what she wears also bother them.

probably they are "jealous" that she's pretty capable enough to dress up nicely everyday.

could imagine them being like this probably someday.
oh well.
shall stop at that.
that is not the big thing which gets everyone of us talking about them today.

to put it simply,
they have NO MANNERS, NO RESPECT, AND BEHAVES LIKE KIDS.

summing up all the incidents since..
they are soo rude to teachers.
extremely i would say.
heard that they do the same even to the course manager.

our lecturer has one hell of patience.
if it was me. i think i would have set a rule like this.
but for the first time today.
even friends who been taught and knew this lecturer for two years,
has never seen him lost his cool.
he did so today.
he stood up and got his right back.
CHEERS TO THAT.
the VERY VERY MEAN PEOPLE DESERVED IT.

here's what happened today.
quiz time.
he was telling instructions as usual, no talking blah blah blah..
and after which he took attendance.
halfway through it.
he went up to this row of 3 girls.
took away one of their paper and told them,
"i saw u guys talking, i said no talking, u go behind and sit."
(not the exact words)

the girl, being one of the meanies group,
decided it was COOL to lose her temper.
she took her paper and her stuff and went to the back as instructed
BUT MAKING A LOT OF NOISE.
banging table and chair with her stuff.
(i was thinking, stupid or what, you bang also banging your own stuff)

After she finished the paper, she MADE EVEN MORE NOISE.
wanting to MAKE A GRAND EXIT I SUPPOSE.
she KICKED THE TABLE AND STUFF, then go up to lecturer's table to hand in the paper before leaving the room.

too much rite?
even if you were unhappy whether you are in the wrong or not,
the lecturer is still your senior.
where's your respect for that??
LEFT IT INSIDE THE LOO?
didn't your parents teach you manners?
come on, this kind of CHILDISH behavior is only for KIDS.
If it were to happen inside a secondary or primary school classroom would be more understandable.since those ages are the "rebellion period"

BUT, COME ON, YEAR 2 POLYTECHNIC STUDENTS!!
HOW OLD??
WHAT A DISGRACE TO YOUR PARENTS I MUST SAY.

Even when my secondary school class was known as one of the most "notorious class"
we too still have respect for our teachers.
no matter how unhappy we were when we were wronged and stuff like that.
we chased countless relief teachers away, made teachers cry, made teachers yell their heads off ( to the extent where you can basically hear them from one end of the school to another), got into many many trouble,etc.
even when teachers wrong us for something we did not do..
yes, we rebelled back.
but still with respect.

the very very mean kids?
ha.
KIDS. PRIMARY SCHOOL KIDS.
after the later lesson(same subject-lab lesson)
they had the cheek to go "talk" to the lecturer about the matter.
thats when our lecturer lost it.
he made his stand clear.
those meanies.

ok. shall stop using the word meanies.
i was just trying to be nice.
lets get it straight.
BITCHES.

the matter was over.
be THANKFUL HE DIDN'T MAKE A BLACK MARK AGAINST YOU AND DEDUCT YOUR FUCKING MARKS.
DAMN FUCKING ATTITUDE I WOULD SAY.

Come on, you BITCHES think by acting this way is COOL?
NO BRAINS I WOULD SAY.
i think this is how they work.

they think it so COOL TO BE AN "AH LIAN"?

ok.let's check out what exactly they are.

there you go. FIRST PRIZE GOES TO "AH LIANS"!
APPLAUSE PLEASE.


as we left the class, we overheard them talking.
they were like telling saying that they didn't talk during the test.
ha.
damn, the lecturer was in front facing everyone, he could see everyone! such dumb dumbs. was it necessary for him to specially aim at you guys?
WHITE LIES I WOULD SAY. so that u could look like you got guts in front of your so called friends.

just wondering. students have the right to write /complain about teachers n such. i wonder do teachers have the right to do the same?
those students would be in deep shit then i would say.

it reminds me that students have testimonials too. oh. i just adore the way teachers can write testimonials.i remember the stuff my secondary school teachers used to tell us.
they can write something that is not good till it sounds really good.
you'll have to read between the lines.
hahas.
for example;
Student always up to some trick to disturb class n stuff.
teachers would probably write: student has many creative ideas.
(something like that. can't really think of something at the moment. heh.)

stupid i say. your parents sent you to school to study. where did you go to during the nursery times onwards?

i'm thinking, them being together could be like this.
maybe not all, but some?

real people who have guts don't go around trying to "show off"
like for example those BENGS with backings, they don't go around telling people that the got who and who as their backing rite?
that i know for sure, for i have seen that too.
not much i would say, but enough to know certain things.

YOU think by acting like that people would be afraid of you? would look up to you?
no. i would say. i'm thinking this is the alternative rather.
heh.
i wonder.
lets separate all of them.
probably without the others as "backing".
what would it be like?
maybe some are still probably like the same.
some will probably look like this when "threatened" perhaps.


heh.
perhaps i'm a meanie too.

Tsk.

i think them would be better off doing this. since they seem to like to gain "attention" (i assume)

at least, i daresay I'll respect them much more then.
heh.

On why people are mean.

Someone insults you (and your little dog, too). You can retaliate, whimper—or exercise your own vast power.
The first time I saw a T-shirt that said "mean people suck," I thought, Now, there is a heartfelt sentiment, succinctly expressed.

I don't know about you, but my favorite ways of reacting to mean people are (1) getting mean right back or (2) lying down quietly to display the word welcome! written where my spine used to be.

Annoyingly, my mind constantly reminds me that there's a more responsible and effective way to live. Every living person has the power of authorship when it comes to composing our lives. Meanness emerges when we believe that we have no such power, that we're passive receptors of life's vagaries. Inner peace follows when we begin responding to cruelty—our own and other people's—with the authority we've possessed all along.

Why are people mean? Here's the short answer: They're hurt. Here's the long answer: They're really hurt. At some point, somebody—their parents, their lovers, Lady Luck—did them dirty. They were crushed. And they're still afraid the pain will never stop, or that it will happen again.

There. I've just described every single person living on planet Earth.
heh.

The fact is that we've all been hurt, and we're all wounded, but not all of us are mean. Why not? Because some people realize that their history of suffering can be a hero's saga rather than a victim's whine, depending on how they "write" it. The moment we begin tolerating meanness, in ourselves or others, we are using our authorial power in the service of wrongdoing. We have both the capacity and the obligation to do better.

till then.

Tsk.
i hope those kids have their wake up call someday.
i pray they will.
i can imagine one day when they step into the real working world.
with this kind of attitude.
definitely be fucked upside down.
(unless them are their own bosses then thats a different story.)


[see, i'm not that much of a meanie after all. wahhahas (a bhb moment) :P ]

Tsk.


8:59 PM