Man, it’s been awhile. Again. This time, I’m back with something truly worthy and extremely important to rant about.
So I was preparing myself for my Basic French final this Wednesday afternoon. French had been the
beacon of light in the darkness one lesson I looked forward to every week. Even if it means travelling back to school in the evening every Wednesday. I was very determined to excel in this subject and still am (you’ll know why later).
I wrote and rewrote various rules (Je ne parle pas anglais; Je n’aime pas la lecture; Elle porte une chemise bleue; etc.). I got up from the footstool (yes, footstool) when I realized it was already 5.30. Class starts at 6 by the way. It’s a good thing I live only around 5 km from school. I couldn’t wait for the one bus that would take me right to the bus stop exactly opposite school, so I hopped on a random one that would take me out to the busier road with more buses plying the road outside my school. Just when I started imagining myself sitting for the exam, complete with a jacket on, my phone started to ring…
Before I carry on, let me fill you in on the details of that afternoon. Before planting myself on the footstool, I was reclining on the couch, taking a longer than usual afternoon nap (Blame it on the schoolwork, my dear). During that 45 minutes or so, my phone buzzed 6 times, none of which woke me up. It turned out to be my one and only friend from French, a Chinese girl who’s umm, well, I guess, crazily in love with French actors, but not the movies, definitely NOT the movies. I did try to call back, though I very nearly ditched the attempt in fear of hows and whys flying through the phone speaker. I get really annoyed when people start asking me lots of questions right before the exam. It stresses me out, like completely. Save this for another post.
Well, so I answered my phone on the bus and guess who? It was I-love-French-men-but-not-French-movies. I alighted from the bus right after hanging up. Man! Our teacher cancelled the class / exam. So much for studying. Well, why didn’t I know? Turns out he made the announcement on Facebook. Seriously? Facebook? And on that day itself. Without a call, message, or email. Am I supposed to be on Facebook the whole day so I would know which lecturer cancelled his class at the last minute? I GUESS so. EVERYONE ELSE knew. Or maybe I’m strange or weird or old-fashioned. I’ll leave it up to you all to judge.
Learning points for the day:
- Teenagers are obliged to be on Facebook the whole day, or to pop in every hour to check their notifications.
- Given that we are now only 7 people apart from any other human being on Earth, there is no need for us to pass messages directly to anyone; people are expected to pass them along to their friends and expected to succeed in reaching the intended party.
- People with an extremely small social circle lose out in a myriad of ways to social butterflies.
- Some not-so-close-I’m-kinda-scared-of-you-friends will still care enough to inform you of stuff that you might have missed out on
Oh, by the way, the French sentences above are not real life facts. I do speak English and I like reading. I still want to do well for French, so let’s just hope that I remember to turn on my laptop every single day, so that I’ll know when and where the make-up exam is.