The Lost World

I guess I have not been updating for awhile, reminisce of week one at school was unspeakable. Sure the building is impressive looking with its high tech features, polished white walls and grand “check-in”s, however, I thought it lacked that certain school feel, the kind of numbness you get when you go to lessons in a big campus. Other than attending countless seminars and passing by kids with multiple dress sense, I could be breezing though faculty to faculty like a corporate professional.

With an average class size of forty students per seminar, they should never have boasted that the teaching professionals were dedicated to a small group of students per class. If forty was "small", then tutorials at Singapore Polytechnic were like “tiny” since its head count would have totaled to approximately twenty. There were students from every milieu you can imagine; three quarters were filled up by the junior college kids and guys who returned from national service, divide the remaining quarter to number of international students and the remainder be students from different polytechnics. To facilitate the convenience and recognition of our professors, we had to display infamous A-4 tags folded into halves with our names and school we came from in front of our seats.

Challenge of the week: Be at the correct venue for different modules.

There is actually a distinction between seminar rooms and classrooms, just by the name itself suggested. Once I participated in a lecture for half an hour before realizing what was on the slides did not make sense. Extremely embarrassed to myself, I am in the wrong room. So the next day I decided to be ultra sure of the room I am supposed to be at by looking through my time schedule one too many times. The result was promising really (at least it was initially :p). I arrived early, and I am at Seminar Room 3.2 (and let’s ignore the fact that the hallway was completely empty). It was such an intense morning when the minute strikes and the hallway continued to be uncomfortably vacated, I began to dread for the worst; did I make a mistake again? A quick check with the display signs outside revealed that I had not mistaken the room number, I am indeed waiting at the right room at the right time, but at the wrong faculty building (eeekkkk :0!).

I don’t understand how some things can turn out to be so unfortunate. I don’t remember going through my first week like a klutz back when I was a freshman at the Singapore Polytechnic (and that institution was supposed to be many times larger than the current ground I’m standing :P!). I have to adapt quickly to the new concept, and hopefully be in time for the next class I’m going.


Title "The Lost World", courtesy of BabyMouse.