inferiority complex thy suffer…

College going might sound posh and neat and oh-so-advanced, but trust me,my keen eye of observation detected several noted happenings that made me unlearn what i was drilled to do back in school.

English: If i were to be completely,no-holds-barred, blunt and honest, english was, trivial back in school.( no offence,Miss Zil ).If an exam were to be held the next day,only the night beforei would have struggled to cram in informations.Memorise few stuff from The Pearl and short stories would guarantee one scraped with a "B" to the least.C was unheard of unless on very rare occasions where students wrote their piece of essay of-topic.Or didnt do at all.

College english ? one word.
Phew.

One need to be a certified lab com frequenter because the demand for research in english is super-daunting.Questions was to be answered with in-depth thoughts and opinion in which me, still found it hard to arrange , spell, and express my thoughts in an orderly,organized,and compact manner.The bullshitting art of " the longer the sentence,the better" could never be applied here.So,screw me.

Math: Never once i ever thought that math required a LOT of explaination. Every move or statement must based on certain grounds or reason.Sheesh. I could not even explain things to myself,let alone to it on paper.School math was rigid and streotypical. Think of handling a machine.Step  1,…. Step2…..Step 3…. .
College math,I almost considered this subject as a form of art; with the amount of imagination,thinking and logic involved.

Physics: Now here’s a subject that reminds me of math.Gone were the days one would had to invent a machine using physics concepts as tools.All calculations babe! No wonder i often need constant reminder that this subject is spelled as P-H-Y-S-I-C-S as commonly i would accidentally mistook it as M-A-T-H.

As an icing on the cake,I do not know how to write anymore.Most written assignments were typed, i already forgotten the days where muscle crams inthe hand and blisters on fingers were  ubiquitous. ( ah,reliving the SPM days)

Neither do i need to replenish my blue ink.Doodling with the past, one exam will used up the whole ink.Every now and then,i would scourge for quality blue inked pens as Kilometricos and Stabilo’s all failed to live up to the standard s of SPM’s amount of writing.
Thank God for Carreras.
Now,exams were written with a pencil.Go figure.

There you go. A list of learning progresses that ended in a cul-de-sac.

P/s ; The writer is currently in a super-pumped Hari Raya mood.15 days to go..

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