Monday, September 27, 2004

maligned.

Whinge 1: I can go online with my laptop in my dorm room BUT I cannot click on any buttons. Which means I can check mail, but I can't reply/delete/fwd, I cannot blog, I cannot view anything that is cookie-enabled... The bottom line is I can only do passive surfing and use MSN.

Whinge 2: I've a firewall. Enough said.

Whinge 3: I've been kicked out of the practice rooms by fellow coursemates for three consecutive days. In fact, I just got kicked out. Hence, the blogging in my school pc lab. Danquan just gave a brilliant Chopin recital during lunch at the SDR, and I was so inspired to practise my own Bach and Schumann, only to be kicked out of room 3a by Burkhard. I knew I should have booked the rooms earlier. Damnit. I need to be more 'kiasu'.

Now to the big stuff. As all nasty things come in threes, here goes:

(1)I lost my UK credit card. I'm praying no one swipped my card and used it for a free shopping spree. Cancelled it already but I haven't checked the transactions and stuff yet.

(2)I lost my Singtel sim card. So everybody, pls email/MSN me your mobile numbers. Mourning the loss of all my smses painfully stored from 15th Sept 2002.

Now for the one which pissed me off the most:

(3)I've been accused of plagarism. Well, not to my face, but still. To cut a long story short, I handed up an essay late last Easter, but I had a valid medical cert. Things got a bit haywire and apparently, my tutor received it without any note on it, explaining why it was late etc. To make things worse, he thought that the essay title wasn't sanctioned by him or the other course tutor. (It was, it's in the damned email.) And apparently, I did something so radically different from the rest (the subject being at such a tangent to all other works) so with all these points in mind, he had doubts 'whether this was really the student's work'.

Obviously I freaked out after reading all this in the feedback form I got, so I went to see him. And omg, he was awful. He said things like:

and he hustled me out of the office.

Some of it wasn't word-for-word, but you get the main gist. Apparently it was so serious that my essay was brought up to the board of examiners and they were discussing whether to fail me.

What on earth is wrong with them? The whole damned essay was written by me, damnit, and I can't believe they'd think otherwise.

Throughout the ordeal, I couldn't even defend myself. He cut me off everytime I opened my mouth. Must have had looked like an incredulous goldfish, with my mouth opening and closing. And you know what's worse? He had already pronounced me guilty, right even before I said anything. He had already judged me and found me wanting. There're times where you just don't argue with your parents cuz there's simply no point, they won't listen at all? It was deja vu all over again, just that it's far, far worse.

Walked out of the office practically in tears. I never ever EVER had such an experience remotely close to this, being accused of something that I didn't do. It's awful knowing that all my hard work put in the essay went down the drain. And that I wasn't awarded the proper recognition for the essay. Blimey, they actually think the work was not mine.

No doubt they passed me, and I scrapped a first for the course overall plus the exam, but that's not the point is it?

I wanted the acknowledgement more than anything else, the proper credit that THIS IS MY ESSAY. All MY ideas. My work. Solely the product of Lynne Huang.

I don't really know what to do right now, as this bloke's gonna be my Advanced Analysis tutor, AND my personal tutor. With him thinking I'm a plagarist, a cheater... (I can just imagine all the horrible slurs against my character) I'd always have this overhanging cloud of suspicion over me from him, won't I? He'd be thinking: Is this really her work? Did she really do this on her own? I know I know, some of you already told me that I shld seek him out and clear the air. But I can't. Did he not say he wanted the matter closed?

I guess the only thing I can do right now, is to work really hard during Advanced Analysis and show him what I'm capable of doing 'on my own'. My writing style can't change in a matter of a few months, so hopefully he'd get it into his thick skull that I'm innocent.

Brilliant start to a year.

blueprint

I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.

fresh monodies

again.
farewell.
end of UK visa saga.
Things have been pretty busy lately. But first of ...
I know I always complain abt my 2 dogs, Bubu (Jack...
"Ring-a-ring-a-roses,a pocket full of hoses,a-tish...
ongoing visa saga.
Had tea with a friend today, and he inadvertently ...
of days gone past.
i need to gripe for a bit.

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