Selasa, 17 Maret 2009

DR. IAN...one of a kind

Today is a wonderful day, eventhough I just received a bad news about me failing in histology. The fact that I have to repeat the paper really annoyed me..cuz I wouldn't have much time to see my family longer. It'll not even be 2 weeks.. how am I suppose to go bak kedah to c Tok Baba??
Nyway, we had to come to class as early as 7 o'clock in the morning. huhu. (I get to see him in his lovely dark green baju melayu). Then we had discussion for 2 hours. I was not so sure about my discussion material that i found in the net even when my friends have guided me the night before. I went to the discussion room feeling horrible but not that horrible cuz I feel a little bit happy actually cuz I managed to stay alert in the lecture hall eventhough I actually stayed up late at night. So, we were all waiting patiently and the others were overexcited, everyone was joking with each other. Dinda was making jokes, Wanda was selling her kueh and of course Ecah will be the first to buy..hehe. Then suddenly, Shariff, our head came in and said that Dr.Ian is coming...OMG, we were like wHAAAAaaaAAAT??
He came in through the light brown door and close it behind him. The feel of fear come flooding in each and every lungs of ours. He started off with a resentment mode. God!! huh. This will be such a painful discussion in history of mine. Everyone looked at each other and hoped for mercy. I brought out my notes and was about to wait for Shariff to start the discussion then suddenly he asked us to keep our notes away and discuss in free talking mode. He said that everything should have been in our head and we shouldn't read our notes while answering. He went off on and on bout the definition of DISCUSSION and ask Zulvikar the meaning of it.
Finally we started off and Dinda, boldly answer the first question. Dr.Ian actually mashed him into mashed potatoes saying that his answer was not the correct one..seems like every word that you say should be precise as expected by him. Even one damn word wrong, you would not be safe. So, he didn't manage to finish his answer. God I really hope that I could just get out of the room with any reason at all. I just can't stand him and his daring glare.huuuu . Then Pande, the senior in our discussion group answered the same question but then he stucked too. He was seriously 'injured' by Dr.Ian 'wave' to me.
Most of the whole time, Dr.Ian was looking at our direction especially Ecah. Ecah, who was not really afraid of him but annoyed more like, just answer his craze questions so that he won't be yelling at her too. Honestly, if I was not a Malaysian, he would have yelled at me cuz, when he looked at me and ask me questions, I would look at else where. I seriously didn't dare to look at him in the eye.
But lastly, most of the answer was given by him. But of course in angry tone. Not like Dr.Suweino, he is real nice. We didn't get to finish the last question G6PD, cuz we were runin out of time. He asked us to find out about it ourselves. But honestly, what he told us to do was actually correct indeed. I mean, with presenting our information by reading it directly from the paper made no difference. Whoever can read even poeple whos job is to sweep the floor could have done it but our job is suppose to be presenting it cuz we understand and we would want to explain so the others can understand it too. I mean it, cuz when I came into the first discussion, I was quite surprise that the others juz read their notes directly showing that they do not understand what they are presenting. This is cuz I used to be the one who was good at explainin bio without reading in matrics. Now it has changed.Dr.Ian is also a good teacher cuz he really wants us to understand the point, not studying without understand something as a whole and get hold of the relationship amongst the facts that we've learnt. Anyhow, I really do not like his attitude, cuz he loves to underestimate other people. You know how much I hate poeple like that.. JUZ CAN'T WAIT TO GET OVER HIM.

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