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| there used to be an ashtray and a box of marlboro lights accompanying me every night, yay to a successful quiting! |
So here's what happened this morning, wait.. better yet let me tell it beginning from what happened yesterday. I was a few minutes late for my first class of DMG3143 ( from now on i'll let you find out yourself what subjects these codes are just for the fun of it~ haha) and there was only three students already inside the class with the lecturer, they were Riq, Dinie, and Komathy. the class was so small in number madam didn't even call it a class, she calls it a club meeting session (haha take that MSU). Madam said she was glad the three of us was in her class and welcomes Dinie (since it is Dinie's first Major subject and first time meeting her).
In another subject DRS3023 (taught by the same lecturer) we were told to form a group of three and to conduct a research on a topic of our choice. now, here's where my story of "life's complication" begins....
Since yesterday madam kept asking me who i chose to be my group member, today after i told her the names of my members she immediate said "that's your group member?" shooks her head, and added " i do not approve!". I was taken aback a little, confused and my defensive side piqued out, thinking "why won't you approve? isn't that my decision to decide who ever i want to group with?" Madam was a bit angry and went on explaining to me that this particular group will drag me and slow me down, i began to notice that madam had high expectation on me, ( well I didn't know how high her expectation is, but judging from the tone of her voice~ i can imagine)
i swear Lord, do this lady know how to read people better and at the speed of 10 times faster than i thought i do. (probably because she's a bit old and she's a hell of a critical thinker). When everyone left, and there was only me and Dinie left, she explains why she was being overprotective and lost her cool before, she said she used to have a son, who's real smart and have a bright future, but had passed away (now I'm not making up a sad story bullshit here, this is real shit) she didn't mention how old was her son, but again, judging from the look of things, i kinda get the idea that somehow I seem to remind her of her son.
which explains why since last semester she was being all super protective over what i ate in class (yeah, we ate in class and she was okay with it, small snacks tho, we're old enough to figure that a full course meal is a big no-no). anyway she began reading over the nutrition labels, asking me who my team members are, double checked my assignment submissions, kept asking me to redo and stuff. all kinds of stuff a mother perfectionist mother would do to a son.
now just for the record, I have my own mother, she's in KL, i love my mom very much like how i believed everyone else loved theirs and i do understand how a mother would be, if she had lost a son, but this... look, I was trained by my parents to live on my own since secondary school , so i'm pretty much uncomfortable with someone suddenly trying to rule over the decisions i made in life.
some weird start of a semester....