future's at stake here, shuddup you pig!

shit. damn damn damn. the nightmare starts again.

the email says a place in fass.

when i checked my status on nus website, fass is tagged with a bracket behind: (mother tongue related).

bloody hell.

so what now, i graduate with a chinese degree, teach spoilt brats that skip my lessons and hand in rotten essays in this screwed-up education system that renounces chinese? hell, chinese grades are practically junk... you think the kids will pay attention? laugh in your face, more like.

no way i'll teach a room full of screaming kids with raging hormones.
kent's more than enough to piss me off on a good day.

wah lau. and that stupid git of an operator gave me a scolding over the damn phone (why did you tick that option when you don't want to do the course, only you yourself know whether you can cope, have to see if your grades can make the cutoff?). shuddup already you shitty asshole. *snarls*

what is she anyway, a bitch from hell?
taking it out on all her callers, ass.
hello, every call concerns someone's future, did you drop your brains on the way to work?
maybe you had a tough day taking silly calls from pranksters and anxious parents, so what?
it's your job.
as much as you hate it, do us a favour?
at least sound like a human.
now you've made everyone hate nus.
oh, could it be that you're a spy from smu?
well that explains it all.