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23 September, 2008

The curly haired wonder

23:03:47 | School Life | writebacks (7)

Quite a bit of hoo-ha has been going on at my school about this security guard.

Let’s call her Curly - because of her err … curly hair.

Of all the buildings she had to be assigned too, we were unfortunate enough to have her assigned to the Information Systems building … and having to bear with her crap too.

She shouts and screams at students for no apparent reason, barges into group study rooms when she sees a boy and a girl studying or working on a project together (and seated far apart, may I add) and accusing them of involving in hanky panky (WTF?!?). To make things worse, she is rude to all the professors, the VIPs who visit our school … and even to our dean.

Well, what made things slightly bearable was the presence of another Indian security guard (who has been around far longer than Curly did) at our building. She’s really nice, and is generally well-liked by everyone in the school.

And for the record, she can’t stand Curly as well. How she survives working on her daily 12-hour shifts is completely beyond me.

Anyway, Curly went missing for the past week or so from our building and it was rejoice galore. Rumours were going around about her being fired, having been transferred out or having dropped dead due to excessive shouting (?!?).

And the littl’uns who have lost their student passes needn’t fear entering the building via the main gantries (since they can easily stroll through the visitor’s gantry without fear of being yelled at) … at least for the past few days.

I’ve spotted Curly at the school’s administration building towards the end of last week, which somewhat solved the mystery of where she went. Somehow, she had been transferred there - which I learnt later, was due to excessive complaints from the Information Systems student and faculty community who couldn’t tolerate her nonsense any further.

Well, the administration block suited her - I feel.

She can terrorize all the admin staff there and they wouldn’t give a hoot since they get a kick out of terrorizing us students anyway.

And yes, that’s the background story.

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TODAY:
A coupla’ buddies and myself were on our way to our good ol’ Information Systems block this afternoon when the topic of Curly came up - and they filled me in on the details I had apparently missed out on.

Basically, the other two security guards who handled the afternoon shifts with Curly at the administration block couldn’t stand her either and they had requested for her to be transferred elsewhere again.

Since the higher authorities had no other place to thrust Curly upon, they had kindly asked our remaining friendly Indian security guard as to whether Curly could resume her duties at the Information Systems block. For obvious reasons, our Indian security guard said ‘no’.

To conclude, the latest update we’ve heard as of this afternoon was that Curly will be banished from the school entirely, forever and ever amen.

Needless to say, we were in pretty high spirits as we approached the main entrance of our school …

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… until we saw Curly standing by the gantries.

With her trademark crossed-arm (think Sir Stamford Raffles) pose.

With her stern, non-smiling face.

And with … that curly hair we’ve learnt to spot from a distance. (It’s become a conditioned reflex to dodge each time we see that hair anywhere.)

Immediately, the three of us turned to each other and yelped: “WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING BACK HERE?!?”

Ladies and gentlemen, to be continued.

27 August, 2008

I can’t hear you!

16:51:29 | School Life | writebacks (5)

Facing some major issues with the professor in one of my modules now. He speaks in a whisper, and to quote Mithi - his voice is like a cosine graph.

He starts off just audible. And as his lecture (or sometimes, as bad as within the span of one sentence) progresses, his voice slowly trails off until he becomes barely audible, and soon after - he is basically just whispering to himself.

How to get Mr Cosine Graph back to his maximum value?

Just yell.

“PROF! WE CAN’T HEAR YOU!”

He then starts off just audible again, and trails off soon after. Basically, it’s deja vu all over again. What we really need now is a permanent solution to make the fellow heard.

My mates and I basically struggled throughout the entire lecture, asking him to repeat almost everything, making the whole lecture drag on even longer. Plus, the gaps in his sentences due to his occasional softness makes me feel as if I’m working on a ‘fill in the blank’ puzzle.

Next week, I am going to fight for a seat in the front row. All the frontal seats were full by the time I reached the classroom yesterday.

Oh, and the best part?

After much feedback from the class about his volume, he seemed to become slightly more conscious about his speech - and beckoned to another coursemate sitting near the back row.

“CAN YOU HEAR ME?” he err … yelled. Sort of.

To him, he may be yelling but to me (and possibly the rest of the class), he was just slightly above audible.

“Huh?!?” said coursemate shot my friends and I a puzzled look.

“Why is he asking me to clear him?!?”

19 August, 2008

First day as a Final Year Student

23:36:50 | School Life | writebacks (4)

First week of school. Whoopie!

Okay, okay - I lied. Not particularly enthusiastic this time round since I’ve been spending most of my vacation period in school. Thankfully, I’ve enough interesting modules to maintain my interest, hopefully for the entire semester so that I would not lose steam halfway.

Not to mention how the first half of the semester will be littered with doctors’ appointment fer me. -Mutters. But I’ll cope.

Meanwhile, I’m happily bouncing around and proclaiming to everyone about how I have a two-day timetable and they do not. (Hehehe.)

Tuesday
08.30-11.45 - Data Warehousing and Data Analytics
17.30-18.45 - Social Psychology
19.00-22.15 - Corporate Creativity

Thursday
17.30-18.45 - Social Psychology

Tuesday seems a wee too hectic, eh? I thought so too.

But after today, it seems pretty tolerable - considering how I spent most of my afternoon break curled up in a sleeping bag in one of them study rooms, fast asleep.

And I feel kind of bad because the sleeping bag is not mine.

So perhaps if I lug a sleeping bag coupled with a few pillows to school every Tuesday, I just might be able to survive this term. Classes for three hours, five hours of sleep, and then another four hours of classes. Hrrmph, sounds feasible, non?

Anyway, it seems kind of surreal that I’m a … final year student.

It still seems like yesterday when I was a wee little freshman in the same school, looking around in a daze, and struggling to find my way to my first class. Whereas now, the tables have been turned and I’m standing aside, laughing at how lost they look.

The best part?

I still have people coming up to me and telling me I look like a freshman. Or a year two student at most. Gah.

So, my first official day at school was highlighted with yours truly struggling with a locker (the locker used to open for me every time and all of a sudden, it decided to conk out on me especially when I needed whatever I wanted to get from within the most … the err, sleeping bag), plenty of junk food and loads of sleep.

I know, not your typical school day. ;)