Time to Get Angry
Anger, I think is a better response.
Anger, I think is a better response.
Like the moment I sat on that chair middle my day at college and the pimply, a head with pink Jubbah i wonder what is it inside her head, her eyes looked down his be speckled nose at everyone and said:
open your book, if all of you keep complain about the test question, i don't know why she left, i even sat first row and do my test quietly, suddenly she just scream OPEN BOOK, and then walk out our HELL class. I thought, what an unprofessional lecture , angry with such middle finger reason, << these reason it isn't about the reason why i write this blog, i have some ridiculous reason to write about her...
She walked out the class with such an irresponsible one, she left her students with and unpredicted impressions, i wonder how can i enter such a f*ck college and met a such unprofessional lecture... last time as i thought she was a great lecture ever, even she doing something not really on time, but she also told my friend, by asking my friend to told me... but the end, i am really disappointing with a such unimpressive impression of her... There’s definitely something funny about a lecture.
I was ANGRY.
I used that as ANGER and at the middle of that semester. At the middle of my time at STTI, I was first in my class. Anger (and a drive to do my best) sustained me. Whatever it took there was nothing that was going to stand in my way.
I passed by lecture office and i saw her, but when i call her, she even doesn't want to look at me, it isn't my wrong, but why a class did wrong but i am the one being freak out by her (i even done my test quietly, and i said nothing), feel like she took out my pride, hell yeah!!! ridiculous with such impolite attitude.
I passed by lecture office and i saw her, but when i call her, she even doesn't want to look at me, it isn't my wrong, but why a class did wrong but i am the one being freak out by her (i even done my test quietly, and i said nothing), feel like she took out my pride, hell yeah!!! ridiculous with such impolite attitude.
"I may not be smarter, but I can work harder." became my motto. It still is.
Not irate yelling sessions at college class . Anger at ourselves. Student who complain of the others
Point one finger at someone else and you have four pointing back at yourself.
No, I'm talking anger at ourselves for not doing better. Anger at a system that is producing people who can't control emotion well. Anger that we are not brave enough to tackle and do what needs to be done. The kind of anger that causes ACTION.
I DON'T CARE IF U LICK WINDOWS,
TAKE THE SPECIAL CAR OR,
OCCASIONALLY PEE ON YOURSELF,
YOU HANG IN THERE SUNSHINE,
YOU'RE FRIGGING SPECIAL .
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