A strange day

Today is a strange day. After math lecture with Pn.Hasma, I quickly rushed to cubicle to see my chem tutor, Madame Zahara...she's good, not to mention in strengthening the basic of chem in her students but also taught me lots of life lessons. You know what, life is not all about cramping our minds with all the facts and ideas, instead we make use of the previous one to create a new one...or probably just study for 4.0, then for future better paid job, but no, we enjoyed it, or else what are you going to tell, when one day you sit down and try to share some old past stories with the grandson, granddaughter?
Why don't we make study as life? I didn't say no. But you deserved more, an enjoyable life...so enjoy your study.
Well, back to cubicle......thingy......
Ermm...well, Tuesday is the only day Madame Zahara stayed back...but she was not there when I made it at 5 something and reached to an empty desk.
So, alternatively, I went over to Miss Au's place...Her explanation is damn good and crystal clear...just like any other good lecturers I known. She's nice but I always felt the distance between me and her as if maybe only the ABC-talking-English geng can be her favourite students.
5:15pm......
There's been an abrupt disturb to my point of view to people or let's say it might change the way I judge people later on.
I saw Pn. Hasma, so I was gonna ask her on the stupid integration part...not to say it's ridiculous in terms of using off our brain juices...but she was busy talking to Mr.Adam, Pn. Ainul, Mr. Adam and Pn.Liza (I'm a good observant) as soon as she threw all the her lecture note fail on the desk.
Well, by seeing Pn.Liza, I can feel the stress burning in me already...I don't why, but I think I had Pn.Liza-Phobia...hehe...=.='...cause she's my tutor for the last sem and getting A minus for math doesn't make me feel easy whenever I see her after all.
Ermm...I guess this is not a suitable time to interrupt the lecturers' off-work chatting, I mean it's five something already...and the exit is not very far away from me...
Someone banged in with a bunch of files before I managed to push the door first...it's Pn.Azam, my ex-tutor too...why don't I ask her...I mean, I was so determined because I'm kinda frust for being unwise enough to solve the sin square 3x cos cube x intergration. Damn!! Odd-even, so use identities lor...but 3x and x, not by part leh...bla...
"Cikgu free tak? Belek saye tanya soalan???"......
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"Err...sana kan banyak lecturer free lagi...tanye la mereke...kak, ade student nak tanye soalan ni......"
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What had she done? She was just calling a math lecturer that I feared the most on Earth before 6pm, 22nd Dec 2009 to teach me math?????
I hadn't know the lecturer's name, but I hardly couldn't recognize her face. I always thoght she is the most aggressive(?) teacher ever in the universe whenever I met her at seeing her scolding and yelling at student's face or perhaps engulfed their little broken heart?
"Rachel, be cooled, you are fine to deal with her, just sit down, ask question, get solution and then bla..."my left brain was telling me to fight against the adrenaline rush inside me... and of course mostly came from my faith in God and strength from Abba Father.
Yes, Mr. Left Brain was yet persuasive enough to provide me with the braveness to face She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named( of course, I don't know her name la...^.^)
So, I went up to her desk, but not as usual, my fingers are faster at this time, restlessly taking out a piece of paper and tick-tick pencil.
But for this less than 45-minutes, I felt that I had this longest talk ever in my whole life with a teacher.
......I skipped the solution part......
Both of us just talked about the matriculation program for this weird evening. Yes, I agreed and admitted somehow this short-cut program killed many people's dreams.
I mean at the very beautiful end of May 2009, a big mixed bunch of youngsters with each carrying different dreams, ambitions came, together with their parents, who were once proud at their sons or daughters that had made themselves to be chosen. These dreams came from different places, family backgrounds, cultures and hopes but none of them weren't without the goal to be "somebody" who might be famous or might just make the ones loving them to be proud.
Who say matric is easy just now?
Imagine how much people kantoi in this program just because they are required to conquer or master every syllabus in this damn eight months which the syllabus are something the government squeezed from the A-level and STPM, then tingled and mixed whatsoever which we study them in messy pieces that tingled together. No in but out...slowly one by one, they gave up the program with a disturbed feeling on how to face the parents at home...not to say some with pointer 1.9,1.87 are still stranded here...stuck to half-death.
My eyes managed to catch the blinking name on the tag she's wearing. So, it is Pn.Anizdah I am talking to. Great, she is no more the furious teacher I mislabeled(?). Instead, she is caring, she concerns on what is happening to the students, especially this unfortunate batch but which partially their kantoi is contributed by their own laziness and indifference...>.<...kantoi...
This is truly a weird day, rite? I learnt quite a lot of things. Maybe I see people in a new way next time. I mean, people normally are not as what you expect as whom they are...you are just not close to them yet or to say, your heart haven't opened yet.