Now, I know that'll send shivers down your spines (it did send shivers down mine). The college officials told us that we'll be getting our results in the afternoon. Tomorrow morning, we have a class with Ms Sunbeam. I wonder how it'll ever be possible to read a few chapters from Thomas Hardy's "The Mayor of Casterbridge" when everyone is anxious about tomorrow.
After the break in today's Literature class, we just couldn't concentrate on Thomas Hardy anymore. Everyone was talking and chatting away about the results. There, some students mentioned the thoughts of barely passing, failing and resitting. Some celebrated lines from the second half of Literature class (Ms Sunbeam will be represented in these dialogues as Soleil, the French word for "sun") :
Harvey : How much do we have to pay to resit a subject ?
Soleil : That should make you worried and say, "I should be studying hard." That should deter you from wasting your parents' money !
Harvey : Does U (ungraded) mean a pass ?
Krishna : How much do we have to get to pass ?
Daween : What is the A mark ?
Harvey : Ma'am, I'm scared that my parents will turn me out of the house. If that happens, please may I stay in your house ? (to which everyone laughed)
Soleil : If you think of doing that, I'll force you back to where you came from !
Krishna : You come my house lah...
Soleil : *places hand on forehead and shakes head in disbelief*
And while reading chapter 14 in "The Mayor of Casterbridge", I cried.
Not that I was scared of tomorrow. I just miss mom. She used to be there with me, going shopping with me before the results day ; or maybe having a light moment with me, talking, or sharing with me a passion for music. I wept bitterly. And everytime Kimberly, Preet and Adoravelle (who were sitting next to me) looked at me, I wept even more and told them, "I can't."
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Another thing I wanted to talk about was the trivialism of the Malaysian Quality Association (MQA) officials when they came to do a spot-check on Brickfields Asia College. Not only did this come from the lecturers' mouths, I heard this with my very own ears - and I believe that it should be brought up.
Do you know why they rapped us and bad-mouthed us ? Just because we speak English in class ! And they expect classes to be conducted in Bahasa Malaysia ?! Not that I have anything against the national language, it's just that the MQA officials are educated enough and should have enough horse sense to understand that practically all syllabuses are from the United Kingdom, and they are to be conducted in English. They should also know that by not conducting classes in English, we miss out on a lot !
Then, the MQA officials interrogated our Malaysian Studies/Moral Studies lecturer, Ms Vivien. The thing about our college is that Malaysian Studies are carried out in Malay, while Moral classes are in English. But being the bodoh sombong (stupid and conceited) MQA officials that they are, it's hard to change them anyway. They terrorised her. They made racist remarks, such as...
"You're teaching Malaysian Studies ? Shouldn't a Malay be teaching Malaysian Studies ?"
The MQA officials went on asking Ms Vivien if she could speak in Bahasa Malaysia. Of course she can ! I mean, only a dickhead would believe that a Malaysian Studies teacher is not capable of speaking the national language fluently.
I've already sworn not to use expletives, but here's what I have to say to the MQA : get the asses of those racist officials out of my sight, out of my college, out of my Federal Territory, and out of my country ! Malaysia is not a place for Malays, nor Chinese, nor Indians. Malaysia is the hiding place of Malaysians, and this'll be it for the rest of our lives ! And when Dr Chantheney, our Business Studies lecturer, revealed this to the whole class, I was fuming mad - even more than before, and I said, "Bring those blasted MQA officials to me. I know how to deal with them."
Yes, bring them to me.
They will never want to set foot in Brickfields Asia College or in Kuala Lumpur ever again.
6 comments:
Anne darling,
I do hope that you'll score it dear.
May God bless you darling.
I'm always here for you.
Hugs.
BTW, about the MQA's person, yeah!
Let them meet me, I'll kill them for sure! Talk about racist! Crazy indeed! Embarrassing!
Merci Zara.
To be honest, right now, I'm still pissed with the MQA officials. I hope more students get attracted to this issue and voice out, man. This issue has been in the dark for a bit too long.
Where in the hell are they? I'll whop their asses to kingdom come! (Oops... was that Sharifah Amani's line? :-P)
Anyway, u bastard, dastardly, idiotic, fucking, crappy MQA Officials, all of us hold a MyKad written WARGANEGARA MALAYSIA on it. Except for Muslims who have 'Islam' written on their cards, there is no differentiation between who is Malay, Chinese, Indian, Eurasian, Sikh, Iban or Kadazan or whatsoever! Virtually all those born post-Merdeka know Bahasa Malaysia! So u money-faced officials, including those from DBP, dun have to worry!
Worry about urself first! Mind u, u are from MQA! We have oledi much to worry with most students passing MUET at only Band 3 and yet still can enter university without causing so much embarassment of Malaysia's stadard of English!
Thank you !
All the best for your exams, Annette.
As for the MQA officials, they're very pro-Melayu. As Muslims, they should know that it is forbidden to make a race superior than another. God made all of us equal. No race is better than the other.
Or maybe those MQA oficials are just munafiq (hypocrites).
they know it full well ! Red or yellow, black or white, we're all precious in God's sight. Why cast dispersions on others ? They'll be judged the same way by God on judgement day !
Well, someone really gotta talk some horse sense into them.
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