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Ahhhh. *stretches arms and cracks knuckles

Today was fairly eventful and somewhat historical, because in my long years of studying as a student – be it in primary, secondary, tertiary, or tuition/external classes – today marks the day I fought with a teaching authority aka lecturer for the first time.

Woowoo throw confetti woowoo. I wouldn’t claim to be the innocent party, but then Mr. Lecturer wasn’t as innocent either.

It all started at 11.05am when I was about 5 minutes late for my BIS100 class and I had yet to print our homework and tutorial questions out (printer at home ran out of ink). So I went into the college’s computer lab to print (and bade goodbye to Andy and a few others who were leaving for class as well), and halfway through doing last minute editing and printing which would all take less than 2 minutes, a stern voice came from beside me and I looked up to see a middle-aged Chinese man glaring at me while saying “I have a class now”.

I replied quite politely (oh you know me, following the usual morality stories ‘be polite to your elders’ that have been drilled into me since young but look at what it has gotten me), “Sorry, gimme just 1 minute and I’ll be done”.

I was taken quite aback when he suddenly yelled, “I HAVE A CLASS NOW!!” And on looking around, the so-called class he mentioned consisted of only about 5 students at most, and there were about 15-20 computers still vacant. wtf I didn’t know there was a class going on and I was halfway printing cannot wait is it wtf knnmcb wtf.

Oh I kept my composure alright although at this juncture I was filled with sudden rage that I practically shivered wtf. If there’s one thing I damn pantang, it’s being shouted at for no logical or apparent reason – and most of you loyal readers from way back would know that I have anger management problems, and for me to keep my anger in check by not exploding at him right there and then was a considerable feat.

I shot back the same reply, “Gimme 1 minute” while continuing finalising my document to print and that was when he raised his voice further, “YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND ENGLISH IS IT!”.

I quietly replied, “No I don’t.” Woowoo cue defiant drama music woowoo. At this point I had already finished logging off my computer and walked towards the printer to collect my papers.

That was when Mr. Lecturer, who doesn’t teach me btw, looked stunned before saying, “Then you must be stupid.” Woowoo wanna taunt me is it wtf. I didn’t take the bait, and I racked my brain to come out with the cleverest comeback but the only thing I could think of in the midst of a smouldering volcano inside me was, “Oh thank you very much”.

But he did shut up for good keke.

Yeah yawn sorry if you were expecting a punching match, but the fights I’ve ever been thus far have always been conducted verbally. It was a bit sad, because after walking out from the computer lab and actually calmed myself down did strings of clever comebacks actually surfaced in my head. Too bad I couldn’t rewind time and re-use them, because that’s my only regret and not because I fought with a lecturer wtf.

In retrospect this little fight was pretty childish, but it was all started by a man who supposedly has higher education, knowledge and experience than me.