CAUTION: This is a VERY long rant. The writer attempted to channel his anger and feelings into this blog post but apparently he still needs his fried rice. So turn back if you do not want to read a very long post.

 

Its Tuesday. And as usual, I have maths.

 

See its right there, after the recess.

 

Time and time again, I have stressed out the fact that maths right now is an abyss filled with a single feeling : boredom. More often than never I assured myself that it is the syllabus’ fault for lacking of vital chapters for engineering students like us.

 

So here we go. I heaved a sigh, as the clock struck 2, which marks the start of my time flowing out of my fingertips, into an imaginary rubbish bin.

 

2 o’clock

 

I set up my lappie for I know that (with all due respect to my fellow classmates) I am able to finish any mathematics exercises thrown at us (well… as for now, that is) in time for me to be able to have approximately 1 hour’s worth of free time.

 

So i did my work. i checked upon stuffs that intrigued me, read my mails (which is null) and doing my Japanese homework. I knew that I would definitely be immersed in my work so therefore i decided to listen to what the teacher has to say occasionally in case if there is anything interesting or important like a new chapter, or some new calculation methods.

 

“…Class..”

 

“…Done…?”

 

“…Do…”

 

“…Discuss…”

 

That was all that i can catch. sensing nothing important, i continued my work. But to my surprise, the class fell awfully silent.

 

I looked around. However everybody looked down, onto a notebook of some sort, with a pencil on their primary hand, scribbling… writing… not even a peep.

 

So i asked around.

 

“今何をしていますか？”

(What are you doing now?)

 

“先週の宿題をしている。”

(Last week’s homework)

 

Even the teacher didn’t move. she just sat… scribbling on her notes… looking around. Then, she stood up, excused herself and went out of the class, perhaps back to her office which is a stone’s throw away, to relax and wait while the rest of us finished our work.

 

My brain worked out the words i have caught earlier on. seems to me that it resembles

“Class, are you Done with last week’s work?

(Not yet)

Not yet? okay now do your work and we will discuss later”

I… was shocked. I remembered we had homework for last week. I remembered it wasn’t a lot, and the bulk of the homework can be settled during the weekends. Maths was but a tiny portion of the homework. If there was a subject where we could wholeheartedly agree where there is a lot of homework, it definitely wasn’t mathematics. Basically, they did not do their work.

 

This wasn’t the first time.

 

Looking back here, I realised that ALL of the students around me are JPA students.

 

Handpicked.

Stellar.

Outstanding.

Proactive.

Intelligent.

Hardworking.

Self motivated.

Confident.

 

Those were the supposed qualities that was sought amongst the numerous candidates who turned up for the JPA interview.

 

However what was laid before me… Was another story altogether. Save for a few of my friends who actually finished the work (and just like me, spent this time to finish other homework), others… gave me the impression of being lazy.

 

How can they not finish their work? Is it that insignificant? Its not as if they already know; they DON’T!

 

A hurricane of thoughts went fluttering aimlessly in my head. Questions filled with the potential to explode. The more my logic solves these questions, the more disappointed in them. I was mad too. How can these happen? What about the rest who had finished the work, like I did? The more i thought of this, the closer i reach to the boiling point.

 

I switched on msn and worked my fingers creating silent but violent keyboard strokes, relaying my situation to my peers connected via the world wide web.

 

n6_Mercurii:
they lz or wat

n6_Mercurii:
lol
good result and interview doesnt mean rajin ma
xD

-     * SWEET.:
very hardworking scholarship-ers

chill la

 

3 o’clock

 

The teacher came back from god knows where. I bid a virtual goodbye to my peers as i shoved the lappie under my desk. She then asks the class if they were done, which they promptly replied with a yes. The class was back to its loud and bustling self, no worries about work, the type of feeling where you just live to satisfy a particular status quo, no further than that.

 

Seeing this, further angered me because:

 

• They are able to finish their work in an hour. apparently two weekend’s worth of time is somewhat insufficient to them.
• They did not ask anyone when they did their work. This meant that they are CAPABLE of finishing their work by themselves. But they did not.

 

This further strengthened my hypothesis of them being downright lazy and not scholarship recipient material. The teacher wasted one hour’s worth of mathematics period when we could have finished learning new stuffs, or so i thought.

 

After discussing the answers of last week’s work, she immediately introduced a new chapter which she claims. I sought for post spm material… but all i got was

 

Solving system of inequalities… by graphs.

 

Its NOT EVEN PAST SPM FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!

 

or maybe, she is solving system of sine, cosine, quadratic, circular… inequalities?

 

the questions scribbled on the whiteboard where all in terms of lines

 

its NOT EVEN PAST SPM!!! THAT’S FOR SURE!!! FOR CRYING OUT LOUD ITS KIDDY STUFFS!!!

 

So yeah. its inevitable. Our maths is going nowhere. I got into furious mode and whipped up my pencil and notebook, and finished every single question before the class ended.

 

The anger did not subside even went i returned to my dorm. The refreshing shower water did not douse the furious blaze in my heart. I look calm and serious back then. but deep down, worry, despair, disappointment, rage and furious filled my heart with scorn.

 

And that’s that. As a last resort, I resorted to Oat Krunch cookies stashed at the top of my cupboard to keep these angry thoughts away.

 

That would be my drug-stash

 

*hand went in the bag*

 

I felt nothing.

 

my hand flipped and turned in the bag in an attempt to find a lone Oat Krunch Packet.

 

nothing.

 

*peek in*

 

[Empty]

 

Boiling point was then reached

 

AHHHHHH WHYYYY GOOOODDDDDDWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

Chicken.

 

Told you its a rant.