Hustle

I was tired to learn today. Today's class was the usual noisy class. My coursemates were so busy talking. they were seen to have so much to talk about. i wondered what they were. as a result, Dr Foziah had to spend about 10 minutes to manage us. she was very particular about our sittings. she made us sat close to each other as long as we occupied the first front of the class. it was so uncomfortable. very stuffy. honestly,i did not like this at all. we were all crapped in such a small space. this distracted me. furthermore, everybody's whiperings grabbed my attention. I could not pay much attention to the lecture. fortunately, Dr Foziah just flashed her slides. No explanation was given for she was very confident we could comprehend her adequate notes. The notes was too much. I was new to photo editing. Thus, i wasted no time rushing back to my computer and could not wait to get started. Sadly, the computer gave me no internet access. Anxiously, I looked around. there were a number of friends who had no computer to use. yet, we were expected to try on the software that time. How could all of us do this at the same time? The number of computers were not sufficient for us all. some of us kept wondering if Dr Foziah would suggest us to go to the other computer lab like Dr Raja Maznah. Unfortunately, our wish did not come true. Thus, we wasted our one hour and a half sitting there looking around and of course, chatting. Undoubtedly, feeling ignored was very hurtful. i could not bear this feeling for long. of course, i would walk around and learned new things from my friends, especially the guys. it seemed that I would learn new things whenever i explored around the class.

Deep inside, I kept worrying about the dateline of this photo editing task. it was this Sunday. Khairil was too engrossed in his work. he looked like an expert. wasting no time, i walkedtowards him and landed myself sitting next to him. I looked at his photo editing and spontaneously he taught me how. He was so sensitive to my needs. (No wonder he has such a beautiful girlfriend.)He showed me how and undoubtedly I could not comprehend it fast. He willingly showed me another examples and this strengthened my understandings. feeling too much of input, I left. I needed a rest to digest whatever new things i had just acquired. As usual, I walked around. I saw an empty chair next to Radziman and sat on it. He was going through the same process as Khairil's. By looking at it, this reinforced my comprehension about the photo editing software.

When I reached my room, I turned on my computer. I could not wait to get started. I wanted to start on the photo editing as soon as possible before my knowledge disappeared. to my disappointment, my computer had no 'adobe photoshop' software. i asked myself "Apa ni?'. I then tried to download it but it was so slow. But i waited for almost one hour until i was told that i needed to buy it. Wai offered me her pendrive and asked me to install the software after i told her of the problem the next day. It needed payment as well. So, thankfully, my younger brother gave me his laptop. THis enabled me to try on every tutorial Dr Foziah had uploaded in the forum.

however, my nightmare came,. i was in the cinema (in KLCC) watching 'The Mummy' with my family when a text reached me. Wanjoe told me that the photo editing task had to be submitted before 12 am. It was already 10.45pm. I was so nervous that i could no longer pay attention to the movie. my big sister was disturbed with me sms-ing my friends too often."hello, I know we are in the cinema. But this problem could not be left unattended. it is an assignment. Sorry." Thankfully, I managed to reach home at 11.45pm. My photo was successfully uploaded but i took some time sending my tutorial to Dr Foziah. no words could express my hustle. Anyway, I already uploaded my photos. had it not been Wanjoe, i guessed I would have faced the same luck with a few friends of mine who were not being informed. Their reason was logical (Not informed) and i really hoped another chance would be given to them. I could say that we had learned our lesson.(Dr Foziah's rule about Sunday's submission was Saturday midnight).

It will never ever happen again.