Ridiculous Teacher

Wow.. It's been a month already since my last post and honestly, I've really been that busy. From the weekly reports to tests almost every week - this is my last year so I guess that's why...

I'm still at school right now as I'm typing this...and in about two hours I'll be going into my next class to continue an experiment. I suppose this is one of those rare moments that actually allows me to relax for a bit and do whatever I want.

I'm ridiculously tired right now. I just had a test early this morning at 8:30am and my previous class almost sucked out my soul - thank goodness my partner, E.C, was there! That class really isn't that intense - it's just the fact that we only have less than two weeks left to complete our project and we weren't even half done. Thanks to E.C, we only have a small part of it left and we're finished! We would've got a lot more accomplished without rushing if it weren't for our teacher. He's constantly giving us something new to handle: an entirely different set of procedures to work with seconds after we handed-in our proposal (that we spent weeks working on), making us do something that had nothing to do with our experiment and giving us new bacterial strains to work with two weeks ago. This isn't just happening to us, to what I heard, other groups are suffering just the same. On top of that, he's constantly throwing his temper at us and bashing us with insults (like "you have no common sense" and believe me, there's much, much more). He sort of reminds me of this high school teacher I had who, like him, throws his temper and insults at us. Man, I think I've accumulated enough insults that could last for decades...it's that bad. If my GPA had nothing to do with him, I would've (tried to) put a stop to this nonsense, instead of choking down his insults like a coward. I told mom about him last night and she immediately told me to go to the dean. Easy for her to say. Ah well, the semester's coming to an end soon. Hopefully by then things won't be as ugly...

A Dangerous Test on Luck

Last week Thursday, I visited Ash before she left for school overseas for the first time in 3 years. I had problems getting there as I wasn't familiar with the area she lived in, but the bus driver was nice enough to help me out. By the time I arrived, I had no more than 40 minutes to chat with those there before I had to rush back to school (I visited during a 2 hour break). When I arrived at the bus stop, I had less than 20 minutes before I was late for class and the instructor hated lateness. Anxiety filled my veins and I started wandering off in hope to find a faster route back without any luck. I guess "worry" was written all over my face as this guy, who was mowing his lawn, offered to give me a lift when I passed by. I hesitated for a moment, but a look on my watch made me test my luck. Along the way, I kept my eyes on the road signs as we chatted. In the end, I arrived on time with 5 minutes to spare. It's until I stepped into the building that I started to shake with fear and questioned myself with various "What if?"

I admit, it was definitely a dangerous thing to do and something I shouldn't have attempted at all in the first place. I was lucky that nothing "bad" happened and I'm definitely not doing it ever again!