If you wouldn't mind, I would like to blew
If you wouldn't mind, I would like it lose
If you wouldn't care, I would like to leave
If you wouldn't mine, I would like to breathe
It's the end? No? Yeah. Not yet. I'm still not done. Well, most of it is anyways. What am I talking about. School work I mean. Yeah Yeah Yeah. You've heard it a million of times. Always bitching about the same old same old. School work sucks blah blah blah fooey. I just completed a marathon of presentations and an artillery barrage of assignments that didn't seem to end till late into the night. And it's pretty obvious, the shrapnel had hit me. Going up infront of your lecturers talking like some big shot (when you're not) and selling yourself for grades really isn't the way I had pictured presentations to be. It's like, standing infront of a firing squad. When they asked you a question, it's a full volley of bullets being shot at you. Whether you survive that fray, depends on how you manage to answer their questions.
More or less, I got through it all alive. Barely though. This past week made me realised something. I'm a hardworking son of a bitch. Remember how I always complain I'm such a procrastinator and shit? Well, looks like I've got the change I wanted. Over the few limited weeks, I've managed to squeeze in a shitload of work that I would usually take a month to complete. I've managed to single handed-ly complete a supposingly group work (this included a 1,500 report and mock up and powerpoint, which failed). A full storyboard with script. Code of Ethics and Journal Entries complete with arts and craft decorations. Report after Report. Powerpoints after Powerpoints. All done within that small period of time. I didn't relent. I just wanted to get them over done with. And I'm actually proud of myself. I always saw myself as a slacker. Always. Heck, I didn't do shit during secondary school. I almost never handed in homework. I guess change is here. NO thanks to President Obama. (random).
I guess this habit of sudden hardworking-ness kinda began ever since the term began. I remember, running around half of singapore to find a single DV tape for Abzul's class the next day. I promised my group I'd get it, and damn well I did. I went beyond the call of duty to find it. Aha. Even for the talent, I had to beg like a dog. Even that, I more or less failed. After that, I started to get my work done and going beyond just to get things done. I'd go beyond just to get stuff done. Even spend an extra buck or two.
But it's all done and over with. Just give my grades and I won't fight back. I don't want to think about it anymore. Bullshit.
On a happier note, I now have two As under my belt. Damn right son. My first As for Poly. First for Creative Thinking, the module I disdain, and another for Digital Film & Video Production. The first one was for a written test in which we had to argue with our own opinions. Honestly, I thought I would fail. I didn't study, not even a glance at the powerpoint slides graciously given by our dear Miss Soo. Still, I managed to argue my way enough to get an A. This is where blogging comes in handy then. Bitching about your day, it's almost like arguments. Without the constant use of vulgarities of course. The other A is for DFVP's ICA4 Drama production. Haha. I think I'm really getting into this film making thing. I honestly, had no idea how to make videos before I entered this course. All I ever though about was to become a writer. Well, that plan didn't quite worked out (I've been getting Cs for the writing module). Filming is cool shit, and editting is fucking awesome. It's tiresome, but satisfying at the end of the day. Of course, I couldn't have done it without my awesome team mates. Seran was in my group, and that practically gave us a much needed advantage. I still remember, just after getting our brief for ICA4, us guys were saying "We need 2 guys in a group, that way can own the ICA", and look at that. The theory worked. Awesome.
Well, I don't mean to brag. But seriously. I never saw each of these coming. I can back this up, by saying before I even knew about this, I was having the most shitty day. Ever. Hearing that I got an A just basically balanced my day. Or it could be karma. I don't know.
Firstly before knowing the results of the Creative Thinking written test. I had to wear my old NCC uniform and wake up early at 6am to visit my old NCC juniors and support them in their endevours as Guard of Honor. On the way to poly, apparently, Taxis like to avoid North Vista Secondary. I had to stand at the roadside in my stuffy army uniform for a non-existent cab for almost 45mins. I left early, in the end I ended up late. Best of all, I had no cash with me. The first chance I got a cab, I asked the uncle for Nets. He didn't have. I said it's okay, I'll just draw money when we get there and pay you. He agreed. When we get there, guess what. The fucking ATM at school wasn't working. So how was I supposed to pay the taxi driver? I was already half an hour late for class. I panicked, and had to ask a random stranger for cash. Thank his kind hearted soul, he allowed and I had to pay him back during the next school day. I managed to pay and hauled ass to class, only to be ridiculed for wearing a uniform. By classmates and lecturers alike. Damn Abzul.
For DFVP, the story goes like this. Remember when I mentioned I single-handedly finished a group work? Well, ironically, that group work was for Creative Thinking as well (see how much I disdain that class). We had a presentation last week. We had to present on something I alone made up. I already did the powerpoint presentation nicely the night before. I was so happy that I managed to finish a bunch of shit. Firstly, I was late again. Actually early, but since I had to go print the final mock up for the presentation, I was 5 minutes late. I had to sit outside of class and get my marks deducted. What a nice start to the day. When I did get to enter, I checked my laptop to prepare for the presentation. The friggin powerpoint was lost. How the heck are we supposed to present without a powerpoint? Fail on epic levels. I could have just breakdown then. I worked so hard only for my carelessness to get the best of me. Nice. In the end we had to present with a poor man's version of a powerpoint. But still, it was a life saver. Thanks Vanessa. At least we had something, eh? So we couldn't be as creative as we though we could be. Meh. So be it, what is done is done.
So yeah. That's basically my whole month or Term 2 in a nutshell. Well, a very big nutshell. I've done my blogging for the week. Only 2 more weeks and 2 papers. Once it's over. I'll start a new adventure. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to enjoy this brief moment of doing absolutely nothing at all, before I have to start rolling again. Cheers.
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