When Rendang annoys me
A professor of mine got on my nerves today. She was just so bastos. Yes, Dang, I hated and loathed her the moment she entered the room. And mind you, it's not because she's strict or anything, or marked half the entire class absent in doing so. Sige, she's strict and discipline-minded, that's fine. Let her enforce all the goddamned rules for all I care. It's her manner of relating to us that pisses me off. In a very subtle way (I have to give it to her) she manages to make us all look like uncultured fools who ought to return to Tabon Cave.
Case in point:
PROF: Class, have you been to Africa? (Yes, 'cause you know, we like to go on safaris for our RGEP classes)
CLASS: (Mumbling) No...
PROF: So where do you go? Malls? Hay naku...
PROF: Do you know the ingredients to Rendang (a Malaysian dish)? So does anyone cook here?
CLASS: No...
PROF: You're not discriminating and aware. Tsk tsk. That's because all you eat are hamburgers, junk food, etc.
The most pathetic:
PROF: Have you been to Divisoria?
CLASS: (A smattering of yeses)
PROF: Ah, you've only been to 458 (she manages to recite the entire multiplication table before she says "168 Mall") noh. Tsk tsk. Everything's plastic there. You'll die if the place burns down.
Fine, I have my biases. The moment she walked in the room she eyed me and my Magic Flakes Premium Choco-Banana Crackers and began yakking on how food and drink weren't allowed in the room, blah blah blah, the janitors (she even implied that there was a staff shortage) having a difficult time with pests and cockroaches and rats. WOW. For the record, the reason I was confident to have my little snack right there and then was because my previous professor always taught in the same room with a little yellow mug of tea with her, sipping as she taught the lesson. I wanted to tell her, but I bit my tongue instead.
I love my friends. The moment my eyes started rolling their sockets after she reprimanded me, I whipped out paper and began writing down cuss words and nasty things, including stuff I would want a horse to do to her. I turned to Dang to show her, only to see that Alexis, Avi, Janina, and Rae had already done the same, filling up half a piece of paper (if I remember) in the process. Great minds think alike.
Now for the next meeting, she's going to cook the class some Rendang, a carabao stew, and try to relate it to our lesson. I'm highly tempted to tell her, "I'm vegetarian."
It's just that, I've never heard her say anything constructive the whole time (except for her lessons).
And by the way, she never even told us her name.
Case in point:
PROF: Class, have you been to Africa? (Yes, 'cause you know, we like to go on safaris for our RGEP classes)
CLASS: (Mumbling) No...
PROF: So where do you go? Malls? Hay naku...
PROF: Do you know the ingredients to Rendang (a Malaysian dish)? So does anyone cook here?
CLASS: No...
PROF: You're not discriminating and aware. Tsk tsk. That's because all you eat are hamburgers, junk food, etc.
The most pathetic:
PROF: Have you been to Divisoria?
CLASS: (A smattering of yeses)
PROF: Ah, you've only been to 458 (she manages to recite the entire multiplication table before she says "168 Mall") noh. Tsk tsk. Everything's plastic there. You'll die if the place burns down.
Fine, I have my biases. The moment she walked in the room she eyed me and my Magic Flakes Premium Choco-Banana Crackers and began yakking on how food and drink weren't allowed in the room, blah blah blah, the janitors (she even implied that there was a staff shortage) having a difficult time with pests and cockroaches and rats. WOW. For the record, the reason I was confident to have my little snack right there and then was because my previous professor always taught in the same room with a little yellow mug of tea with her, sipping as she taught the lesson. I wanted to tell her, but I bit my tongue instead.
I love my friends. The moment my eyes started rolling their sockets after she reprimanded me, I whipped out paper and began writing down cuss words and nasty things, including stuff I would want a horse to do to her. I turned to Dang to show her, only to see that Alexis, Avi, Janina, and Rae had already done the same, filling up half a piece of paper (if I remember) in the process. Great minds think alike.
Now for the next meeting, she's going to cook the class some Rendang, a carabao stew, and try to relate it to our lesson. I'm highly tempted to tell her, "I'm vegetarian."
It's just that, I've never heard her say anything constructive the whole time (except for her lessons).
And by the way, she never even told us her name.