I’m Officially a Bad Boy

Last Wednesday I got myself a letter from the Deputy Dean of my school – School of Humanities. It was during Dr. Suzana Haji Muhammad’s lecture that she called a few names to the front to collect this important letter. What is it? It’s…

At that moment when I understood what the letter was all about... everything turn very gloomy, dark and greyish..... like the color of the picture above.

Hmmm… so, I missed 3 classes = 1 lecture + 2 tutorials. I don’t think I deserved this warning letter at all. I think Dr. Suzana is seeking revenge. For two semesters, my ELLS coursemates thinks her lecture is boring and bad. The fact that most of us wrote bad remarks in her evaluation form; she was called by the dean of Humanities himself. So, I guess she tak puas hati-lor. It’s personal now. It’s a cold war. Since then, she treated my badge of ELLS student badly (not all, those who always carry her balls will be spared).

So, there I was with the proud letter of mine. My friends all stared at me as if I just won myself a medal and now I’m receiving it at a school assembly. All of them wanted to catch a glimpse of this prize I won.

“Sibuk-lah kamu semua.” I said.

“Dah, dah, dah, nanti saya fotostat untuk kamu semua.” I teased them.

Dr. Suzana’s class, it’s not that I don’t want to go for her class. It’s because I’ve lost interest and the means of motivation to participate in her class. Ever since the time where she lashed me out in front of everyone in her class, I realized that her class wouldn’t permit student to have their own thoughts regarding certain theme and issues. Everything must be her way.

(She lashed me out like a fly when I was arguing about a feminism theory, she said that I don’t understand women at all – WHAT!?!?!? I’m a sensitive puppy who understands the needs of women – it’s a gift you see.)

Now I’m being black listed by the school. I’m a naughty boy and officially a bad boy. Now my time has come for me to say this:

My name is Andrew Ng, pay strict attention to what I say because I choose my words carefully and never repeat myself. I told you my name, that's the Who. The Where can most readily be described as a prison cell. But there is a vast difference from being stuck in a Lecture Hall and being in prison. The What is easy, recently I planned and set in motion events to execute the perfect rebellious act, that's also the When. As for the Why, beyond the obvious Boring Lecture by Dr. Suzana, it's exceedingly simple... because I can. Which leaves us only with the How, and therein, as the bard tells us, lies the rub.