Saturday, March 10, 2007
my south asian module is depressing me.
i don't know if it's just me, but i do feel an oppressing sense of being in the minority and discriminated against, in the tutorial. tamil/hindi-accented English are heard a lot in the class, while the teacher goes around asking all the indians questions which i don't relate to at all. (it doesn't help that them indians are really confident in expressing themselves.) plus, the teacher is one of those irritating people who likes to throw tons of questions at you, but interrupts you as soon as you reply with another question. i can't stand these kind of people, so i'm totally refraining from speaking at all in the class. it's not like, she calls on us chinese anyway. except maybe for the last tutorial, when she claimed that we chinese were just being quiet and keeping our heads down while our indian peers presented. and true enough, when she started interrogating us on the names of indian politicians in singapore, no names came to me. puh-lease. i don't even know the names of chinese politicians. i'm one of those apolitical ones.
my friend's sister just dropped out of university. the temptation of it all.
but i'll have to return my grandma all that money.
and i used to look forward to times in JC/secondary, when teachers will say, "okay, turn around and form groups of four. we'll be having project discussion now." because it meant a diversion from all those boring formulae, and endless theories. now that ARTS is all about projects (and longterm ones at that), it's putting me off.
Plus, i realise i do relate better to my own race. Race is, but a sociological creation, but it is SO important. I used to naively think I would be perfectly fine mixing with other races, but that whole inferiority complex problem does sink in when you're the numerical minority at that time.
After all these racist revelations, i've got a Holi 2007 (where i would be again, one of the fewer Chinese) to look forward to, not.
un-depress me, someone.
i don't know if it's just me, but i do feel an oppressing sense of being in the minority and discriminated against, in the tutorial. tamil/hindi-accented English are heard a lot in the class, while the teacher goes around asking all the indians questions which i don't relate to at all. (it doesn't help that them indians are really confident in expressing themselves.) plus, the teacher is one of those irritating people who likes to throw tons of questions at you, but interrupts you as soon as you reply with another question. i can't stand these kind of people, so i'm totally refraining from speaking at all in the class. it's not like, she calls on us chinese anyway. except maybe for the last tutorial, when she claimed that we chinese were just being quiet and keeping our heads down while our indian peers presented. and true enough, when she started interrogating us on the names of indian politicians in singapore, no names came to me. puh-lease. i don't even know the names of chinese politicians. i'm one of those apolitical ones.
my friend's sister just dropped out of university. the temptation of it all.
but i'll have to return my grandma all that money.
and i used to look forward to times in JC/secondary, when teachers will say, "okay, turn around and form groups of four. we'll be having project discussion now." because it meant a diversion from all those boring formulae, and endless theories. now that ARTS is all about projects (and longterm ones at that), it's putting me off.
Plus, i realise i do relate better to my own race. Race is, but a sociological creation, but it is SO important. I used to naively think I would be perfectly fine mixing with other races, but that whole inferiority complex problem does sink in when you're the numerical minority at that time.
After all these racist revelations, i've got a Holi 2007 (where i would be again, one of the fewer Chinese) to look forward to, not.
un-depress me, someone.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 12:56 PM.
