bane of my existence February 18, 2008
Posted by harlequin in Uncategorized.Tags: biomechanic, business, delusion, gauntlet, jargon, lonely, management, naked, paranoid, psychology, robot, teacher from hell, woven
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It’s not long, barely even a page. Yet so intricately woven with jargon and exercises conflicting with my sense of ethics. Business Management, the bane of my existence. No, it’s not the course itself, nor the course topics. In fact, the problem is the teacher. A biomechanic culmination of all the worst teachers I’ve had brought together into a confusing and frustrating psychotic teacher from hell.
What’s that I hear ‘Why don’t you just quit?’ Like the girl this morning, frustrated that the teacher wouldn’t let her talk in class, so she walked out annoyed. What next, look for another subject that fits her idealistic vision of perfection. No, I will not surrender. I accept the gauntlet she has whimsically thrown down amidst paranoid delusion and prejudices. Though I have the full support of the entire class, I cannot rely on them. This journey is only as lonely as the final exam and SACs in between. No, there is a path through it, that is what will make this year much more a challenge than Literature ever was.
From Psychology we know that if something is tedious, we will lose our enthusiasm to learn. I will endeavour to make Business Management interesting somehow, even if I have to imagine the teacher naked.
Mission 17 February 1, 2008
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The order came down from high command, deceptive though necessary. Packed light yet cased within dark trappings to prevent detection, he moved silently through the corridor flanked by steel walls, rotted boards and dimly lit windows. With fluid like speed he dashed across the intrepid walkway, knowing that any creak could be mistaken for a tree branch. Two beam searchlights crossed ahead, the path scrutinised. The timing had to work, it had to be right. Now! With tremendous energy, he sprinted across the overpass, narrowly avoiding another shaft of light. He placed the package beside the boundary and fulfilled his mission requirements. But there was no time to celebrate, another patrolling guard turned down the overpass, searchlights leading. Stealthily he returned to base. The commander declared the mission a success, but added ‘You do realise, we still have a massive pile of crap to dump. Make sure the neighbours don’t see you this time.’
