My first class was supposed to be "Oral Communication" but it turned out to be "Psychology 101". And instead of learning more about the former, we were taught breathing techniques, how to meditate and the beauty of relaxation. A bit too off you say? I initially thought so too. but when the lecturer "confirmed" that the Oral Comm module had been replaced by the Psychology 101 and that we're the first batch to do so, i was like "alright, maybe it's a good thing. lets look at the bright side of it." we go on to do a survey which is supposedly a joint effort of all the polytechnics in Singapore in their effort to matchmake all poly students in each polytechnic. On top of that, we even tried out SpeedDating and had to give our earnest feedback to the lecturer for the Language and Communication's Department's assessment. To top it off, each of us had to have a say on what we would like to achieve at the end of this module.

but when the lecturer confessed that her favourite TV show was "Punk'd" and that she likes the phrase "You've been punk'd", we know that we've been made the butt of her jokes. damn it! she must have been smiling widely in her heart at that time. the whole class was fooled, including a student who is 2 years older whom i suppose is repeating the "Oral Comm" module.

shucks! you've even managed to trick a student who has loads of experience! i take off my hat to you Ms Fairuz! what a way to start of the day and shake off the Monday blues. indeed there's is a module called Oral Comm after all and no such thing as Psychology 101. And her main motive: teaching us how to capture the audience's attention. now that's what i'm looking for in poly. something different, something out of the box. not dead and expected. Cowabunga!

Lunch was eventually decided at Pizza Hut after much debate between it and FC 4. by then we've already wasted like around 20 mins or so? yeah, but the worse was yet to come. the clock soon ticks to 12.59 pm and our order still have not arrived at our table. table by table soon received their respective dishes including those who came much more later than us. so we were like dumb asses sitting at the tables, laughing at nonsensical jokes that made the temperature of our surroundings even lower. we waited and waited and waited till we were late for our class by more than 10 minutes.

eventually, we found out that their system had cocked up and the queue numbers were jumping around liek mad. we were so unfortunate to have been missed by the system and even more suey to have the staff not realising that we have been stoning at their restaurant for more than 45 mins. argh! so we gobbled down our pizzas and drumlets when they made the grand entrance to our table before dashing for class. the poor lady who served us was so pressurised and stressed up that she broke down. i feel for her. anyway, luckily for us, the lecturer was patient and not cranky. first day la, maybe give chance. maybe she just passed her menopause too!Haha! mind you we were already around 45 mins late for the tutorial! she looked like my neighbour, a high class auntie who looked overage to be allowed to enter a pub. yeah,

so, one day. two different lectureres with two different personalities. so many different emotions playing in my heart. things have only begun. i still gotta endure for three more years. so what's the wait for? let the journey begin!