Friday, April 11, 2008

Hmm. School's officially starting on next Monday. I don't know whether to rejoice or not.

Why should I rejoice? My first day in Ngee Ann proved to be disastrous. Spent two fucking hours travelling to school only to realise that the so-called orientation was for happy campers only. Fuck happy campers, I already said I was there for vital information and nothing else. And they laughed at me. Like, hello? Some people mean business. I don't tolerate all those networking nonsense and let's-have-fun-camaraderie idiocy that is meant for happy campers. And happy campers tend to be so happy, they're often just mindlessly doing things perceived as happy, rather than doing things that make them truly happy. I need to work in order to reach true happiness. That's why I don't do no fracking "Orientation Camp".

And in the first place Orientation [insert any activity that requires huge groups of happy campers], in my opinion, is for spoon-fed motherfuckers who can't read maps, can't understand directories, only know how to blindly follow rules and tried-and-tested formulae, and are often just simply happy with whatever shit the so-called higher authorities dish out to them. In the first place, there is a student portal. Why do you need to go to some fucking Orientation Camp to, well, get orientated? Can you not use the student portal to find out everything you need to know? Do you not know at least basic navigation skills to get around one of the smallest Polytechnic campuses around, or for that matter, any campus ranging from the size of a football field to the total land mass of North and South America combined? Even if you can't read maps and directories, do you not have a mouth and a brain to ask people logical questions and ears and brain to listen and process their replies? See what I mean about happy campers attending those camps?

If one tells me Orientation Camps are for networking, I am terribly sorry, but if you need an Orientation Camp to make friends with people or at least even know their names, I can deduce a couple of facts about you:

• You are a creature that cannot survive if your Number-Of-People-Shook-Hands-With quota falls below 10 a day.


• Three years in the same school, and you don't even know a single alphabet in your classmates' names? Wow, you're really really socially inept. Even a fracking ignoramus would know more than you in three months than you do in a year.


• Put simply, you just can't survive with what little friends you already have, you want more, more MORE!!!

HAH. Am I right or am I right?

Okay enough about the bad bits... here comes the not-so-negative bits.

I might rejoice, because the modules, in my oftentimes self-doubt-tainted opinions, either look alrighty-interesting, or plain easy to pass. I don't know for sure which is why I have to get to school first to find out.