Juggling with classes and slots,sending newsletters decoded as SMSes,watching out for attendence shortage of fellow beings,speaking out in class committee (largely unmindful of the consequences tha unwelcome truths can bring)-being a class representative has its challeges.
To form that inevitable link between a student community and the faculty that manages the curriculum and armed with the power to make or break their future.
As I'm nearing the end of a third semester as cr i find it amusing to scribble something on my 'humble' service and the paradoxical sitcoms I happened to encounter.
Once upon a time in S3 we had a teacher!The one and only him!To the less familiar reading let me try providing a big picture.
In s3 you enter your curriculum under the branch/department you opted to have your bachelor's in.So all S3 students are technical sophomores,faithfully hoping to get a fair (if not sweet) taste of their branch of study.They have six subjects or courses as they say and 21 credits,with each course having 3 credits mostly.
As you might have guessed s3 courses are metaphorically the basement on which the engineering marvel is prosed to be constructed. The course signals and systems was brutally manhandled by this teacher.He is stringent and like someone said a mafia lord in comparison to a normally stringent teacher character (whom youcould relate to Godfather).He knew a trillion times more about anti ragging rules and on how to expel students,cause them troubles than about the subject he was supposed to teach.
15 students were suspendeddue to issues related to ragging thanks to this man.And as a consequence to the the drama titled 'agitation' scripted by the so called student unity,charged with youthful zeal and ignorance we suffered,a hell lot!
Slogans were raised against him,and batch A had dared to mass bunk his hour to come out.In the afternoon our teachers called a meeting with us.For those who were thrilled by the sudden action unfurling in their 'campus' life,this proved a blot in the blue.Fierce word exchanges mostly dominated by faculy-the EC students were scapegoats for a crime that the entire year did.And the ones who voiced their vigour out got punished with an F in his subject.
Being a girl has the advantage that you can remain silent and play a mute witness to many things.But at some point it becomes imperative to speak and that's when your male comrades are forced to remain silent out of fear or when they have had their stomach full.
The class committee after test 2.The question paper was damn difficult taking to consideration what was taught in class.There was a mass failure.100 out of 140 students failed.In the CC the teacher justified that the questions were ok type and that the students made mistakes in the steps to solving problems and thats why they failed.Such a lie! Anyone left with the last bit of common sense could have easily seen that the teacher himself maynot have been able to solve the questions all by himself.
When we were asked to pronounce our reason behind the low score,the others kept mum but I used the power of silence and just told "the level of difficulty of the questions were high".Wow! teachers were dumbstruck(kinda..yea) Someone speaking against him,Again?hell no!
N had a hard time trying to put it inn soping words.And I burst into a smile.I dont know why,just couldn't help stop it.I could see the teacher's blood gushed face struck with surprise in the reflection on the conference table.Maybe thats what made me laugh again!
Anyhow the other teachers understood the truth behind the situation.It was foul play to satisfy hypocrytic ego.
(And yes..I was gifted with a D grade at the end of the sem )
In my opinion,one has to make calculated compromises when it comes to speaking out and making your point in front of an audience that can bring a change for common good.Sometimes judging the ramifications might be well out of our foresight.In such situations I rely on guts and what I believe as right.
Truth is the way that only brave can tread!
To form that inevitable link between a student community and the faculty that manages the curriculum and armed with the power to make or break their future.
As I'm nearing the end of a third semester as cr i find it amusing to scribble something on my 'humble' service and the paradoxical sitcoms I happened to encounter.
Once upon a time in S3 we had a teacher!The one and only him!To the less familiar reading let me try providing a big picture.
In s3 you enter your curriculum under the branch/department you opted to have your bachelor's in.So all S3 students are technical sophomores,faithfully hoping to get a fair (if not sweet) taste of their branch of study.They have six subjects or courses as they say and 21 credits,with each course having 3 credits mostly.
As you might have guessed s3 courses are metaphorically the basement on which the engineering marvel is prosed to be constructed. The course signals and systems was brutally manhandled by this teacher.He is stringent and like someone said a mafia lord in comparison to a normally stringent teacher character (whom youcould relate to Godfather).He knew a trillion times more about anti ragging rules and on how to expel students,cause them troubles than about the subject he was supposed to teach.
15 students were suspendeddue to issues related to ragging thanks to this man.And as a consequence to the the drama titled 'agitation' scripted by the so called student unity,charged with youthful zeal and ignorance we suffered,a hell lot!
Slogans were raised against him,and batch A had dared to mass bunk his hour to come out.In the afternoon our teachers called a meeting with us.For those who were thrilled by the sudden action unfurling in their 'campus' life,this proved a blot in the blue.Fierce word exchanges mostly dominated by faculy-the EC students were scapegoats for a crime that the entire year did.And the ones who voiced their vigour out got punished with an F in his subject.
Being a girl has the advantage that you can remain silent and play a mute witness to many things.But at some point it becomes imperative to speak and that's when your male comrades are forced to remain silent out of fear or when they have had their stomach full.
The class committee after test 2.The question paper was damn difficult taking to consideration what was taught in class.There was a mass failure.100 out of 140 students failed.In the CC the teacher justified that the questions were ok type and that the students made mistakes in the steps to solving problems and thats why they failed.Such a lie! Anyone left with the last bit of common sense could have easily seen that the teacher himself maynot have been able to solve the questions all by himself.
When we were asked to pronounce our reason behind the low score,the others kept mum but I used the power of silence and just told "the level of difficulty of the questions were high".Wow! teachers were dumbstruck(kinda..yea) Someone speaking against him,Again?hell no!
N had a hard time trying to put it inn soping words.And I burst into a smile.I dont know why,just couldn't help stop it.I could see the teacher's blood gushed face struck with surprise in the reflection on the conference table.Maybe thats what made me laugh again!
Anyhow the other teachers understood the truth behind the situation.It was foul play to satisfy hypocrytic ego.
(And yes..I was gifted with a D grade at the end of the sem )
In my opinion,one has to make calculated compromises when it comes to speaking out and making your point in front of an audience that can bring a change for common good.Sometimes judging the ramifications might be well out of our foresight.In such situations I rely on guts and what I believe as right.
Truth is the way that only brave can tread!
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