I know, God does not always give you all the things that you want and like in life. I understand it better than anyone else that it is probably close to the proximity of zero percent for me to actually have lecturers that I do not feel as if I want to strangle her or him every time I see her or him in all the subjects that I am currently taking for my fourth semester.
First of all, I love the lecturer for the Academic Reading and Writing. I have disastrous memories with my previous English lecturers but I do not think I will have one with this subject. I mean, I actually like her—a lot. She is not as fussy as the one I have in second semester and she does not bore to me death like the lecturer I have in my first and third semesters. I do not think I could ever hate her.
As for the second, I also love the lecturer for Critical and Creative Thinking class. She is a Malay lecturer and a nice one too. I have encountered several Malay lecturers that I actually quite like for the previous semesters and I like this particular lecturer as well. I could be that I am studying Critical and Creative Thinking as she allows us to be more creative in answers we give in class. I am enjoying her class so far—which is a good thing, because I do not feel as if I want to hang my self to death during class. Good, this is actually good.
Well, this fortunate event of meeting all these nice lecturers discontinues the moment I registered for the Features Writing subject. This subject supposedly taught by my favorite lecturer, who unfortunately resigned during the end of my previous semester. This semester, this one particular subject is being taught by none other than the lecturer who previously taught Reporting and News Writing classes.
Oh, hi there disaster.
I will try not to rant or to bash him but I could not bring my self to actually like him. He is nice yes, but the way he teaches in class annoys me. He does not actually teach anything but to tell us stories that I do not actually care. Who wants to know about his acquaintances when I should worry about the notes I need to remember for the final examination. I appreciate that he wants to share his stories but too frequent is not good. I mean, once a month would be nice but do I need to listen to his stories that have nothing to do with the subject I am currently taking?
God, please save me from this hell ride.
I could have like Features Writing subject—because unlike Reporting and News Writing, it does allow me to be freer in writing. I could write in ways I like rather than to bind with formats. Ah, if it is not because of the lecturer, I would terribly love this subject. I am sorry, but at this point there is no way I could probably like this subject anymore. I could already develop hate and resentment towards it.
God, saves me from this ten weeks of disaster for Features Writing class. I do enjoy my other classes but please reduce the annoyance I have to face on every Monday. I know it is terribly wrong to hate the lecturer when he believes that he does no wrong but I could not bring my self to like him or anything that he teaches. Who comes in fifteen minutes late for class and without starting the lesson, he gives the first assignments for another fifteen minutes and ends the class soon after that. I mean, I love to leave early but without learning anything, it is like a visit to the convenient store.
Okay, I will try to calm down and pretend nothing really happen. I will learn to like this fourth semester. I need to make sure I am able to maintain the grades I am currently holding onto for this semester as well. I need to get a hold over things—especially over the resentment I develop for Features Writing. I will like it, I hope so.
Now I just need a time to sigh and bang my head on the wall in desperation. It is probably too late to drop the subject and to register another new subject. It is too late to do any more changes and now, I am off to suffer another eight weeks of pure annoyance throughout Features Writing class. God, please save my poor soul.
Still, if I do not die of annoyance by the end of the fourth semester could someone kindly enough shoot me with a rifle and allows me to die in peace rather than to hate anything else even more?
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