Friday, August 18, 2006
3n seems to be becoming the next 2M.
You know, some people from 2m went to 3n, most of the funky people from 2O and 2n went to 3n as well, turning it into a pretty bonded class.
So what does our class have.
I think the only people who can be on friendly terms with everyone is me and mogie.
A group of study-elitists sorta distance themselves with those on the bottom end of the spectrum, the slackers keep away from the study-elitists, there are a few who mostly keep to themselves (unlike me who will randomly move up to a guy and go,"why are you looking at me? fuxch00!"), a few who keep to themselves a lot and love speaking negatively a lot about others...and some people who are really strange and if i may say so, pathetic.
I shan't name names, on the whole the class seems to be friendly enough with one another, but there lacks the link between mates and acquaintances, the bond where both sides can be natural and speak with no fear of incurring the other person's wrath.
"life is never fair", that seems to be something many people around me are unable to grasp or accept. recently we had a physics test, where there was a sudoku puzzle which would unlock an alternative, easier question in place of a harder one. So, before the test, some people were taking the sudoku in their stride, feeling it is but another, possibly easier path to take. Some people who haven't done a single sudoku like me, resigned ourselves to taking the harder question. Some people were proclaiming their amusement at the inclusion of sudoku, but nobody vehemently protested.
There was no basis for protest, because it could simply be ignored.
However, a few people who got the sudoku puzzle wrong which effectively killed off 4 out of the total of 35 marks, and there began complaints. Why should we lose marks over something which has totally nothing related to physics? A few people who got a single sudoku number wrong, were penalized but stil awarded marks, because all the other numbers were correct, and since if the person had thought the wrong answer was in fact, the right answer, ALL the numbers should have been wrong. Hence, it is clear that the a person who had 1 number wrong is obviously careless. But no, complaints of double standards were raised on this as well.
Why do people choose to look from every possible negative perspectives? A neutral perspective (like me) would look at the situation this way: The sudoku puzzle is a possibly, easier route and alternative to the harder question. If you do not know how to do the original question, the sudoku is there to help you. If not, ignore it. It's actually a very fair system, but mr tan views it as "life is unfair" when in fact, he was being fair, and also helping the students.
Another incident was the...erm our monitor chose the people who did not vote in the polls as the ones who would put up the performance, it being some form of punishment. While i think that it isn't entirely fair to push everything to other people because they didn't vote, people are being too harash on him.
All of a sudden, they criticise his blog. they seem to be extremely disturbed by the "dictatorship style" alan's message seemed to be written in (imo, it wasn't..), and of course, protest fiercely to it. They go "wtf, fuck la what is this! okay lor, u choose us don't blame us if we put up a shit performance"
I don't really know how they feel, because i do not know whether they experienced it before. I've experienced numerous times where i felt like going "fuck this, screw it all." 1 example is IRS in sec 1. The day before the semi-finals, guan yu wanted me to come up with a "website" format through microsoft word. Chris eng had gym to attend, edward was sick. In truth, me and guan were the only ones churning out the semi-final ppt.
I did up the work, staying up till 1. i realised i had no medium to store the information. I had no thumbdrive, internet cldn't be used to access as it was done on MWORD. Could i email? I didn't think so, because that meant i had to attach many multiple attachments since for every link, the link led to another mword document, and it was extremely unfeasible.
Last option, floppy disks. I tried to scrape whatever floppy disks icould. All could not be used, until i inserted one in. I saved it in the floppy disk. During the saving process, the com seemed to hang.
I had to reboot the com. I tried to eject the floppy disk. It was fucking trapped. I checked to see whether the document was saved in it. no response from the disk. I opened up mword, and found a recovered version which lacked a shitload of links, meaning i had to start creating the mword documents, then hyperlinking them to the main table of contents. The time now was nearing 2 am.
I completed the recovered version and saved in on the desktop. I took another floppy disk and wanted to test it out. The previous floppy disk was stuck inside. All that time spent doing the "website" went to shit.
I lost it completely.
I hammered the eject button, my frustrations and anger causing me to breath loudly and furiously. I felt the frustration building up and started screamin and shouting in anger to myself. my fingers slipped into the floppy disc drive and i tried to forcefully pluck the disc out. My anger channeled all my strength to my arms as i pulled mercilessly, knowing that it would damage the floppydisk drive but i ddin't give a fuck to it all.
It was near 3, i was extremely tired, drained. And all for nothing, i was frustrated, angered at this piece of crap life handed to me. I just wanted to go"fuck semi-finals, fuck chris eng and edward" and throw myself to bed.
A high beeping sound started emanating from the computer. The loud curss and screams to myself, coupled with my violent tugging of the floppy disk trapped in the drive awoke my mother and sister. They tried to help me, but i had made a possibly removable trapped floppydisk into something completely unsaveable. I actually managed to rip out the frame out of the drive, but there were still some bits and pieces left. When i tried to insert another floppy disk, i couldn't even slot it through halfway. The whole drive was damaged.
I wanted to slam the computer down and not give a fuck anymore. But guan yu had given me this responsibility.
I tried to do the best i could then. I saved whatever i had into my email, planning to tell guanyu to retrieve them and put it in a folder tomorrow. Hopefully we would have time...
And thankfully, we had a break before it was our turn to present. We quickly saved it in the thumbdrive guan yu had.
I don't know how you make out of it. Life certainly made a fool of me, it pushed me to my mental and emotional limits. It wasn't fair that it was up to me and guanyu to complete the semi-finals presentation but we did. It wasn't fair that the job of making a website was pushed to me at the very last moment (chris eng was the..leader..he being a slacker).
But i still did it and pulled through. The floppy disk drive is still damaged.
silverletal [Simple and Clean] 9:32 AM
