H 1327: Chapter 1- Megha [Part 3]

13^th , Tuesday, H 2330

Account class was fine today. The same lecturer, the same faces and the same jokes. My lecturer enjoys himself too much teaching us that we rarely get any clue on his attempt on joking. He is a good lecturer, but never, never a good comedian. Perhaps his jokes are too sophisticated for us students to cope and laugh at. I dunno. Perhaps it’s the generation gap that has instilled those awkward moments in each of our class. I’m not even making any awkward comment on that one. It’s relatively unexplainable.

Right then I had History with surprisingly cool Professor Faisal. One of the best classes I attend.  Other History teacher I’ve ever met would probably drone about historical facts that would lull half of the class to sleep. He is different. Most of the historical facts and event are told by us, explained by us and visualised by us, as though we were the professor. Personally for me, his teaching technique is beautiful and if I have to be a teacher, I would be just like him. Professor Faisal, the awesome.

Later in History, Professor Faisal had changed into the normal History teacher mode. He went on ranting and droning on how much he world history he had to learn back when he was our age. Frankly thinking, it is always exciting to unravel the past. What happened back then? Well, it would be interesting for me just because I’m just nosy. Oh, he usually doesn’t rant. Today was a rare occasion. Initially he had requested us to read up on China History. Out of syllabus and out of solid reason. He backed it up by saying; “It’ll be a wonderful light reading to put you to sleep and maybe another three days or after that you could share what has been visiting your dreams lately. It’ll be fun.” Yes, he is strange. I wonder how many educators out in the world behave like he does. Then, there’s this one guy who perfectly ruins the effect of awe-inspiring moment I feel with whining a little too loudly. Thanks, yaar. Now the whole class gets a free rant ticket.

To wrap it up, today was a quite uneventful day. Nothing critical happened. Even Kiran was at her best mood today. I think her good mood was probably because of those girls whom pretend they lives in Upper East Side went Saloon Spree at her saloon. I saw those wannabes in her saloon later that evening when I finished classes. They talked too loud that I think if I was to record their gossiping activity in a fifty meter distance, it would still make out clearly from the tape recorder. Yeah, I know eavesdropping is not a decent thing to do, but what I heard them gossiping is a far worse than the eavesdropping I did. Of course, gossiping alone has saved the negative impact seat for the verb itself. Those typical Gossip Girls wannabes, of course they were badmouthing the other clique members in their absence. My, my, what has the world come to? It became ruthless by day. Pen off, Malaysia. I’m ready to sleep.