Monday, September 18, 2006

Back To Prison...

Well if you can't wear a spandex jumpsuit, what can you do? Avoiding going back to the gates of hell is definitely one of those things that you can't do while the spandex jumpsuit ban is in order. The best thing to do at this point is to grab your ankles and take it.

Yes you fine people of the Internet, I am officially off the progress bar monitor duty that was my vacation with lady DSL and once again I'm back in the mean hallways of a fine learning institution (at least so it says on the pamphlet).

As you probably know by now, I've graduated from the cesspool of fond memories, class wars and unconventional learning systems that was my dream school, Q.R.C. I've evolved, gone to a higher level and for my blatant relentless evolution I'm currently staring down the double-barrell of a 12 gauge shotgun that is the tertiary education phase (dun, dun, dun!)

The school I attend now is UTT (University of Trinidad and Tobago) and though they claim not to be a second rate UWI (University of the West Indies), I can't help but get that feeling of "little brother-ness" when traipsing throughout the compound, but what do I know right? I just started there!

The school is good with courses that will eventually lead you to your own personal holy grail of academic qualifications. Though focused more on the technical/engineering/science side, you hardly see short, glass wearing, pale-skinned library inhabitants with inhalers in their front pockets darting through the shaded areas of the courtyard hiding from the sun and trying to get to their classes on-time. Strange enough there are girls, some more attractive than others but i'll get into that later.

My peers this time are different - with only one person from my old school in my programme, picking a fight with the other kids may not be such a good idea especially since the other kids are not really kids but men/women in their twenties. I'm not here to pull rank tough, I'm here to learn and make friends and that's where this school shines.

The balanced mix of races and personalities makes for one hodgepodge of personal interactivity. You can come to school and find a platypus enthusiast if you look hard enough. Everybody is warm, friendly and helpful when direction or assistance is needed. The teachers aren't too bad either. When they teach, they TEACH. Some more than others and these few tend to over do the whole teach by example thing a little too much.

Take my math teacher for example, he apparently doesn't understand that after the 15th factorization question, we'd get the point of the whole topic, but he gives us 15 more "just for kicks". That sir, is sick. He knows what he's doing though....I suppose

All in all, they picked the creme of the crop for teachers and after each class you feel like you're closer to passing that specific subject with flying colors (90-100%).

All in all it doesn't seem that bad so far. Tertiary education is a serious issue and it helps if you have competent teachers, friendly peers and good working conditions; and as I said at the beginning, there's nothing much you can do but grab your ankles and take it, and according to my good friend Olivia, it's a lot less painful if you relax and take a deep breath from time to time. I'll take here advice, I'll take any advice to make my 5 years at this fine institution as quick and painless as possible.

Oh BTW, check out my Hi5 profile, browse the pics, add me as a friend if you want. Here's a preview of my Photoshop idleness, I told you I was a model...I wish. lol

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