As university students, getting marks deducted on assessments is an everyday phenomenon. It is something that we have gotten used to, and in most cases, they are reasonable deductions because we are the ones at fault. Most of the time.
Today, in my summer school course, we got to see the quiz we did last Friday. There was this multiple choice question that a few friends and I had been questioning since Friday, and that was because we didn’t feel any of the answers were correct. We saw the quiz and, lo, we got that question wrong because we didn’t choose the answer that was ‘right’. Here’s a simple demonstration of what the question looked like:
Choose the BEST Answer:
Q: 5+2 =
So apparently 6 was the right answer.
We asked our instructor about this in class, and she simply got offended and turned the blame onto us: “You could have raised your hand and asked about it during the exam.” “You should have made a note on the exam to show me that you understood.” “So if 6 isn’t the right answer, then what about the other ones? You just choose the best answer. It even says at the beginning of the exam.”
Well, ma’am, we didn’t tell you during the exam because we weren’t even sure that we were right – we only knew exactly when we went home and checked the notes.
And seriously…6 might be the BEST answer, but doesn’t best usually mean correct? In this case, 6 is definitely NOT correct. Hello, 5+2 = 7. I don’t see the answer in the choices above. She might as well be Big Brother and force us to believe that 5+2=6 with some sort of torture.
Quite frankly, we think she just doesn’t know the material and isn’t willing to accept her mistake and look like a fool in front of the whole class.
In the end, we decided to let it go because it’s still early in the course and we did not want to stay in her bad books. We decided to take it easy. The End.
PS. This is NOT actually a simple arithmetic course. It is a Food, Nutrition and Health course. The question above was simply a brilliant illustration drafted by my friend Hils.
So like…I haven’t posted in awhile. Whoa.
Well now it is officially summer for me, and I can post without something horrible hanging over my conscience ( like orgo, or road test, or pharmacy acceptance.)
So what to talk about?
Something that has puzzled me and has made me think is the whole doohickey called friendship.
I won’t question the friendships I’ve started in high school here, because many of them mean a lot to me and we still keep in touch.
Friends in university, however…a completely different story.
There are a few people I have become quite close with, I would say we are pretty good friends. I am never afraid to tell them what I think of things, because I know they respect my opinion and will have an honest discussion with me.
The above people are quite the exception, though.
Most of the so-called friendships I have made at UBC are…quite fake.
On the surface, it may seem that we are the bestest friends and do everything together. On the inside, however, I find that I cannot relate to them at all. I cannot really talk seriously with them, and…outside of class? Yes they are all very sweet people, but I don’t talk to them at all. True, we hang out…but I can never join in on their tomfoolery or jokes. I feel like an outsider, just sitting there and observing the scene.
Don’t get me wrong – I’m not complaining. I find that being able to sit back and just observe, I see a lot more things that most people can’t see. Still, it gets quite lonely. If not for those few people I can relate to and confide in, I would be so out of place within the frienship circle I have made in university.
So, among other things, university has taught me that making lots of new friends is nice, but only a handful will ever be true friends.
So instead of working on the unbelievable amount of homework and assignments I have waiting for me, I write my first post in my first blog that will actually have real meaning to me. In my youth, not too long ago, I had a xanga blog, but I used it only for the interest of social networking. I never really took them quite seriously and always wrote things FOR people to read. So today, inspired by my friend, I thought it would be cool to have a blog to write whatever I wanted, regardless of whether people read it or not. Sort of like a diary, but not, for the internet is indeed a sketchy place…I fear the monsters that lurk in the cyber-shadows.
Today has been kind of a weird day…nothing strange happened or anything, but I became passively contemplative during lunch time. That probably doesn’t make sense, but what I mean is that I plugged myself into my iPod, sat in the corner of the lunch room, and stared out the window with a blank mind, while my friends were all loud and social and playing hangman. I just…didn’t feel like being loud today. Maybe I’m just tired. Maybe…I’m not looking forward to getting my English test back tomorrow. Maybe I’m feeling overwhelmed by the intense workload. Actually, I’m not overwhelmed because I’ve come to accept the fact that university = work and there is nothing I can do about this truth. Horrible. But I’m okay. I have friends to get through all the shit with. Or so I believe…laugh. out. loud.
So now I really am getting tired, and I think I will end with a poem that I wrote in January about highschool graduation and the going-of-separate-ways to university. I am yearning for the company of my old friends, good old friends. Now I’m getting nostalgic. Okay. Here’s the poem. (It’s in Chinese, by the way. To be more specific, it is in Cantonese. yay.)