Doodling in Class

CSC 134:
Mr. Khairul Anwar will now keep an eye on me in class. He's marking me as a troublesome student. Why? Because I argue with him, don't pay attention to class. He knew that my SPM results was very well, so he can not say I'm a stupid student indirectly. Instead, he told the class stories about how a student with good SPM results got bad CGPA. School & Campus is different. Yes, we are very much aware. In school, I never submit my homework; In campus, I, along with the rest of the students, struggling to finish our assignments.

Oh, and he was supposed to give us our first test. But he decided to postpone it, once again. But before he start his lecture, he quizzed us. No one even bothered to raise their hand to answer. I, obviously didn't. I answered him under my breath, and got everything right without refering to the notes. I think I should have, just to piss him off. He started saying that we need to read more, and understand what we read. Make an effort, all that shit. He also said that, if we failed on our final, we'll stand complaining and blaming. We'll blame the lecture for doing a lousy job, and complaint it to the board. On that precise moment when he said those words, I chuckled. Too bad he didn't hear it. I complained on the 3 week of lecture, the 5th time I attended his class. Not after final, even before the first test! I won't blame him thou if I fail, unless if he purposely flunk me, but that's a different story. I know he's a terrible lecturer, I should have never depend on him. But I won't deny that he's a terrible lecturer, and if I make it to the Dean's List, I won't give him any credit. None. Nada. He doesn't deserve it. Anyway, enough of him. Worthless.

PAD 120:
We didn't study anything. Only more information on how to do our assignment.

BEL 120:
We sang. Yes, we sang. "Like A Rose" by A1, boyband I think. I'm not sure. And then we're asked to write and talk about a person in our life that treated us like a rose, the way the composer of the song defined. Obviously, it's not my parents. It's Intan, my one-and-only beloved crazy-ass elder sister. People who know me, or us, possibly have an idea why.

Oh, I forgot to mention that this week is I Love English Week. Tonight, there will be a talent war in the Gym. Singing competition & Battle of the Band. I'm not going, thou. Have tons of assignment to finish. Tomorrow, the Spelling Bee which I'm participating in. Let's hope I don't choke and able to think out the words.