Revenge of the Fascist Pig
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Revenge of the Fascist Pig
Complication's my claim to fame
And I can’t believe there’s another
Constantly just another
I can’t avoid what I can’t control
And I’m losing ground
Still I can’t stand down
And I know, yeah I know, yeah
You know you hear it from people when they speak of others, they come to a point in the conversation that goes," Wow, I don't think I can speak enough of him!". This sentence implies that this person may be too brilliant, too fabulous, too marvelous, too anything-nice for anybody to give justification. Too many good things can be said about a person, and thus the exhaustion of words used when one tries to describe him. This is, however, not the case for Rosemary, commonly known as Mrs. Irony around my blogosphere. Just recently, I have created a post for that Fascist pig, and the popularity of that entry actually gave birth to a sequel which caused more readership than anything else that I have written. There are just too many things I need to tell my readers about Rosemary, and here is yet another entry dedicated to her. This is the third entry now, and I guess that completes the trilogy. As to whether or not I will come up with three other parts to make this an "Ironic Saga", we shall wait and see.
Rosemary never fails to piss the hell out of me every Tuesday and Thursday morning. It is amazing how this person can call herself a lecturer, when she does no lecturing in classes at all. She doesn't teach, and she doesn't lecture much, but sits on her Hawaiian ass for the most part of the lessons, with her chin propped up by her palms, her glasses sliding down to the tip of her nose, threatening to cut off her airways. She interrupts the class once in a while to whine about how noisy we are, or how she can't understand why we need to go to the restroom every fifteen minutes or so. Of course, in her mind she is cursing the Asian students in class, giving names to every single student with an oriental face and a Chinese name. Being in Hawaii for too long, she obviously forgot about her own heritage. After all, separated from the rest of the world in the middle of the Pacific Ocean makes her superior to all the other races, even her own.
I know you stay true when my world is false
Everything around's breaking down to chaos
I always see you when my sight is lost
Everything around's breaking down to chaos
There is such a thing called an APA reference list when it comes to writing a scholarly article. It is basically a list of sources that you have used to write that article, and they need to be properly acknowledged at the beginning or at the end of your article with a standard, and universal format. To prepare us for it, there was an assignment - upon 25 marks - two weeks ago that required us to do five APA references from any sources of our choice. So my group decided to pick a couple of sources off the net, did a rough work and handed it up to her according to the guidelines provided by our UGC lecturer. The assignment came back on the Thursday before the last, and we saw all hopes of getting an A flying out of the window like the children in Peter Pan. We saw those As grow wings and fluttered out of our bedroom windows, and the person ushering them on next to the shutters: Rosemary.
So the classes begged for her to give us a second chance, and a second deadline was set last Thursday for the APA reference assignment to be handed up all over again. This time around, my group decided to use this program called the EndnoteX - sounds cool, and it is cool - to help us produce the best citations possible. After all, this is the program given to us by our librarians as a tool to do research, it can't possibly go wrong. All you need to do with the program is to enter the necessary data like the publisher, the author, the edition and stuff like that, and it will spit out a standard citation in APA format. We were confident that this time around, we were going to get it right. But of course, the fun never ends in Rosemary's class. Today we had the papers handed back to us, and our asses handed back to Rosemary as well.
It’s hard to trust anyone again
After all the let downs I’ve been through
Haunted by what I’ve been through
Air still trapped while I still can't breathe
And I’m screaming out
Give me hope somehow
And I know, yeah I know, yeah
We did improve, but by two miserable points. We were still three points short of a complete failure in oppose to being five points just a few days ago, and we were stunned by the amount of crosses on our assignment. So you start to wonder how it is possible for the program to be wrong, especially when it is a program we downloaded from the UB website, recommended by the UB librarians, and relies not on the memory of a human brain but the ones and zeros of a computer program. Rosemary did pretty much all her marking based on HER own standards, and she marked according to what she remembers. To her, everything that we gave her on the list was utterly wrong, and it was strange how she dared to challenge the computer program like that. I know APA references are supposed to be a pain in the ass, but is not helping that she is being a bigger pain in the ass. It is like trying to wipe your feces covered buttocks with a piece of toilet paper that has metal hooks on them. She is the piece of toilet paper, the human ass wipe.
Nothing seems to please her anymore, and we were left as a group this time, choking on the dust of our failure. It felt mildly comforting to have four other people on the ground with me, tripped over the rope that Rosemary cunningly placed in the bushes. Like I said before, if I can't get good grades, nobody should be getting anything better than me. At least when you fail as a group, you feel a little better about yourself. Still, it doesn't make me feel any better about this lazy Hawaiian pig that sits on her butt every lesson to hear our presentations, and even more appalling to learn that she is sucking up all our school fees and using them to buy those outdated dresses of hers that she wears to class.
I know you stay true when my world is false
Everything around's breaking down to chaos
I always see you when my sight is lost
Everything around's breaking down to chaos
The problem with her is that she doesn't teach you how to do her assignments. She gives you the course outline and expects you to know how to do it, no matter how complicated it is. She won't remind you to hand something in next week, won't tell you what to do with it in any specification, and if you do not meet her standards - which she is so vague about - you are screwed upside down and inside out. I don't suppose that it is right to require a certain standard from students when you are not clear with your instructions, and we certainly should not be faulted for doing the wrong things especially when you do not even teach at all. I don't even remember the last time she actually stood before the class and talked about anything more serious than the problem of students leaving the class to go to the restroom halfway through the presentations. She has an issue with two things in general: Punctuality and us being Asian. We have but one issue against her: Her existence.
When Juliana was leaving for the canteen to get some food, she asked Naz and I if we wanted anything from there. I told her to get me a kitchen knife, and Naz wanted one as well. I could feel the aura of murder around that man, as he stood there burning with rage. After all, he was the guy that entered the data into the EndnoteX1, and had full faith in the program until we were given those pathetic scores. Still, we had our grades at stake, and we still have the article analysis that we desperately tried to finish last night in our hands. Once again, she failed to go through what she wanted in class with the article analysis, and told us nothing about it prior to this day itself. We worked our heads off last night, trying to get all the analysis of the article in place, only to face her rejection this morning all over again.
Chaos, chaos
I know you stay true, yeah
I know you stay, yeah, yeah, yeah
Apparently, she saw a few mistakes in the APA citations in some of the works handed up by the students, and she'd want us to redo the paper all over again and hand it in on Thursday instead. So for the students who worked their heads off last night - like my group and Helena's, who sold their souls to the Devil for this damn project - gasped in horror as we were given back our article analysis. She could have mentioned something about the citations earlier, anything about us taking note of the citations and her requirements. But no, she did not tell us anything about it and expected us to read her minds. Which is ironic because, Asians are supposed to be inadequate in her standards, how are we supposed to achieve those superhuman things like, reading her mind? I have already come to terms with the fact that being Asians, we are simply not good enough to make the cut.
There has been various setbacks in terms of our results these days, and I desperately need something to boost my confidence all over again. To be honest, COM337 has a giant question mark labeled all over, and I have no idea how it is going to turn out at the very end. I was just evaluating what I did wrong in this semester as compared to the last, and I can't find a single thing that has been different. Perhaps that is the problem, because different lecturers have their own styles of teaching - or not teaching, like the case of Rosemary - and you just got to deal with it sometimes. I have probably the worst combination of lecturers possible this semester, and it is not helping that they are all unreasonable pigs to begin with. But at least with someone like Lih Jeng, it IS possible to obtain a good grade in our English essays - by detaching myself from myself, and being deathly boring in my essays. For Rosemary, it is almost impossible for anybody to please her, as long as you have yellow skin and if you are not from Hawaii. I know Muslims can't touch pigs, but I am sure Naz had the urge to put his hands around her wrinkly neck and squeeze the life out of her. When that day comes, I'd gladly join in the slaughter and laugh in glee as we butcher the racist pig from Hawaii. Until then, it is pure chaos on the streets of SIM, and I am choking dust. Cough.
I know you stay true, everything around's breaking down
I know you stay true, everything around's breaking down
I know you stay true when my world is false
Everything around's breaking down to chaos
I always see you when my sight is lost
Everything around's breaking down to chaos
Complication's my claim to fame
And I can’t believe there’s another
Constantly just another
I can’t avoid what I can’t control
And I’m losing ground
Still I can’t stand down
And I know, yeah I know, yeah
You know you hear it from people when they speak of others, they come to a point in the conversation that goes," Wow, I don't think I can speak enough of him!". This sentence implies that this person may be too brilliant, too fabulous, too marvelous, too anything-nice for anybody to give justification. Too many good things can be said about a person, and thus the exhaustion of words used when one tries to describe him. This is, however, not the case for Rosemary, commonly known as Mrs. Irony around my blogosphere. Just recently, I have created a post for that Fascist pig, and the popularity of that entry actually gave birth to a sequel which caused more readership than anything else that I have written. There are just too many things I need to tell my readers about Rosemary, and here is yet another entry dedicated to her. This is the third entry now, and I guess that completes the trilogy. As to whether or not I will come up with three other parts to make this an "Ironic Saga", we shall wait and see.
Rosemary never fails to piss the hell out of me every Tuesday and Thursday morning. It is amazing how this person can call herself a lecturer, when she does no lecturing in classes at all. She doesn't teach, and she doesn't lecture much, but sits on her Hawaiian ass for the most part of the lessons, with her chin propped up by her palms, her glasses sliding down to the tip of her nose, threatening to cut off her airways. She interrupts the class once in a while to whine about how noisy we are, or how she can't understand why we need to go to the restroom every fifteen minutes or so. Of course, in her mind she is cursing the Asian students in class, giving names to every single student with an oriental face and a Chinese name. Being in Hawaii for too long, she obviously forgot about her own heritage. After all, separated from the rest of the world in the middle of the Pacific Ocean makes her superior to all the other races, even her own.
I know you stay true when my world is false
Everything around's breaking down to chaos
I always see you when my sight is lost
Everything around's breaking down to chaos
There is such a thing called an APA reference list when it comes to writing a scholarly article. It is basically a list of sources that you have used to write that article, and they need to be properly acknowledged at the beginning or at the end of your article with a standard, and universal format. To prepare us for it, there was an assignment - upon 25 marks - two weeks ago that required us to do five APA references from any sources of our choice. So my group decided to pick a couple of sources off the net, did a rough work and handed it up to her according to the guidelines provided by our UGC lecturer. The assignment came back on the Thursday before the last, and we saw all hopes of getting an A flying out of the window like the children in Peter Pan. We saw those As grow wings and fluttered out of our bedroom windows, and the person ushering them on next to the shutters: Rosemary.
So the classes begged for her to give us a second chance, and a second deadline was set last Thursday for the APA reference assignment to be handed up all over again. This time around, my group decided to use this program called the EndnoteX - sounds cool, and it is cool - to help us produce the best citations possible. After all, this is the program given to us by our librarians as a tool to do research, it can't possibly go wrong. All you need to do with the program is to enter the necessary data like the publisher, the author, the edition and stuff like that, and it will spit out a standard citation in APA format. We were confident that this time around, we were going to get it right. But of course, the fun never ends in Rosemary's class. Today we had the papers handed back to us, and our asses handed back to Rosemary as well.
It’s hard to trust anyone again
After all the let downs I’ve been through
Haunted by what I’ve been through
Air still trapped while I still can't breathe
And I’m screaming out
Give me hope somehow
And I know, yeah I know, yeah
We did improve, but by two miserable points. We were still three points short of a complete failure in oppose to being five points just a few days ago, and we were stunned by the amount of crosses on our assignment. So you start to wonder how it is possible for the program to be wrong, especially when it is a program we downloaded from the UB website, recommended by the UB librarians, and relies not on the memory of a human brain but the ones and zeros of a computer program. Rosemary did pretty much all her marking based on HER own standards, and she marked according to what she remembers. To her, everything that we gave her on the list was utterly wrong, and it was strange how she dared to challenge the computer program like that. I know APA references are supposed to be a pain in the ass, but is not helping that she is being a bigger pain in the ass. It is like trying to wipe your feces covered buttocks with a piece of toilet paper that has metal hooks on them. She is the piece of toilet paper, the human ass wipe.
Nothing seems to please her anymore, and we were left as a group this time, choking on the dust of our failure. It felt mildly comforting to have four other people on the ground with me, tripped over the rope that Rosemary cunningly placed in the bushes. Like I said before, if I can't get good grades, nobody should be getting anything better than me. At least when you fail as a group, you feel a little better about yourself. Still, it doesn't make me feel any better about this lazy Hawaiian pig that sits on her butt every lesson to hear our presentations, and even more appalling to learn that she is sucking up all our school fees and using them to buy those outdated dresses of hers that she wears to class.
I know you stay true when my world is false
Everything around's breaking down to chaos
I always see you when my sight is lost
Everything around's breaking down to chaos
The problem with her is that she doesn't teach you how to do her assignments. She gives you the course outline and expects you to know how to do it, no matter how complicated it is. She won't remind you to hand something in next week, won't tell you what to do with it in any specification, and if you do not meet her standards - which she is so vague about - you are screwed upside down and inside out. I don't suppose that it is right to require a certain standard from students when you are not clear with your instructions, and we certainly should not be faulted for doing the wrong things especially when you do not even teach at all. I don't even remember the last time she actually stood before the class and talked about anything more serious than the problem of students leaving the class to go to the restroom halfway through the presentations. She has an issue with two things in general: Punctuality and us being Asian. We have but one issue against her: Her existence.
When Juliana was leaving for the canteen to get some food, she asked Naz and I if we wanted anything from there. I told her to get me a kitchen knife, and Naz wanted one as well. I could feel the aura of murder around that man, as he stood there burning with rage. After all, he was the guy that entered the data into the EndnoteX1, and had full faith in the program until we were given those pathetic scores. Still, we had our grades at stake, and we still have the article analysis that we desperately tried to finish last night in our hands. Once again, she failed to go through what she wanted in class with the article analysis, and told us nothing about it prior to this day itself. We worked our heads off last night, trying to get all the analysis of the article in place, only to face her rejection this morning all over again.
Chaos, chaos
I know you stay true, yeah
I know you stay, yeah, yeah, yeah
Apparently, she saw a few mistakes in the APA citations in some of the works handed up by the students, and she'd want us to redo the paper all over again and hand it in on Thursday instead. So for the students who worked their heads off last night - like my group and Helena's, who sold their souls to the Devil for this damn project - gasped in horror as we were given back our article analysis. She could have mentioned something about the citations earlier, anything about us taking note of the citations and her requirements. But no, she did not tell us anything about it and expected us to read her minds. Which is ironic because, Asians are supposed to be inadequate in her standards, how are we supposed to achieve those superhuman things like, reading her mind? I have already come to terms with the fact that being Asians, we are simply not good enough to make the cut.
There has been various setbacks in terms of our results these days, and I desperately need something to boost my confidence all over again. To be honest, COM337 has a giant question mark labeled all over, and I have no idea how it is going to turn out at the very end. I was just evaluating what I did wrong in this semester as compared to the last, and I can't find a single thing that has been different. Perhaps that is the problem, because different lecturers have their own styles of teaching - or not teaching, like the case of Rosemary - and you just got to deal with it sometimes. I have probably the worst combination of lecturers possible this semester, and it is not helping that they are all unreasonable pigs to begin with. But at least with someone like Lih Jeng, it IS possible to obtain a good grade in our English essays - by detaching myself from myself, and being deathly boring in my essays. For Rosemary, it is almost impossible for anybody to please her, as long as you have yellow skin and if you are not from Hawaii. I know Muslims can't touch pigs, but I am sure Naz had the urge to put his hands around her wrinkly neck and squeeze the life out of her. When that day comes, I'd gladly join in the slaughter and laugh in glee as we butcher the racist pig from Hawaii. Until then, it is pure chaos on the streets of SIM, and I am choking dust. Cough.
I know you stay true, everything around's breaking down
I know you stay true, everything around's breaking down
I know you stay true when my world is false
Everything around's breaking down to chaos
I always see you when my sight is lost
Everything around's breaking down to chaos
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