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DIP (Design and Innovation Project) has been much pain in the ass. This project is graded, fortunately or unfortunately, you decide. What's horrible, we have to clock in hours in the laboratory from 8.45am to 5.15pm. Not many came in punctually, including yours truly who reached at 9.10am today. However, I never expected the leader to come in any later than me, but oh well, he did. Not slightly, but much later in fact. Personally, I think that out of the 8 and a half hours stay in school be it in the laboratory or library doing some research or out for lunch, minimal hours are being put to productive use. When I say minimal, I really mean minimal.
It has become some what like a job to me, having to stay till 5.15pm everyday, only that it doesn't come with any form of pay. When leniency is at its best, the leader releases us early, say about 4.30pm. Not a very big difference, but it does make a huge difference for people like me who stays all the way in the east, just one stop before the last station of the MRT East-West (green) line.
Lucky for me, and the rest of my groupmates, our Supervisor, understands that it is really tiring and taxing for all of us to come religiously everyday at 8.45am. As such, he allows us to take leave, as and when required. Well, you should understand that during school times, out of five school days, I start at 8.30am on four of those days. Even then, I couldn't commit. What more now? At least, I'm not alone. (I'm trying to comfort myself here.) I have my peers who are going through the exact same thing as me. So, I shouldn't be complaining, right? Bumping into them at the canteens, libraries, walkways make me so happy that I actually forgot that I have to wake up early (again) the next day.
Language has never been my forte, as a result, I'm at a major loss. My inability to accurately describe objects using the appropriate words got me receiving laughters in my face. Something which I'm not proud of, I must say. But I laughed it off, along with them. Deep inside, I know I have got to do something about it. Tirelessly, I read newspapers and Readers' Digest but it seems that I'm not getting any fruits of labour, what more have a taste of it.
At the varsity level, we are expected to have communication skills, able to present our arguments and convince the other party. Simply put, the ability to speak confidently. Skills as such are keys to successful career and a better quality of life. Before presentations, I never fail to get butterflies in my stomach and pay the toilets countless visits. As the presentation is taking place, you'll see me stammering, clenching my fists, trying to keep calm. Other times, my legs will be crossing each other, in a way that I can lose balance at any point of time and end up making a fool of myself. Beads of perspiration trickle down my forehead and back even though I'm in an air-conditioned room. It felt as though I was required to speak for hours in front of hundreds of audience, but in actual fact it was barely a 5 minutes presentation for my part in front of a few peers who actually pays attention. The others, they are either sleeping at the back of the class or doing their tutorials.
This moment in time, it came to me that people around me are well versed in the language. Their fluency often left me in awe. How they are able to form up sentences in their minds so quickly and convey their thoughts, it just amazes me. I'm never able to do such things. Having to think of what to say so quickly might get me in a wrong place, for using the wrong words and implying something else. To which, I'd have to go through a round of explanation just to make things clearer.
With that, I end this entry.