The other time when I was working as a part-timer, I bumped into one of the chief non-teaching staff in my school. I wonder what was he doing there, 3pm on a weekday, sipping ice tea from a plastic cup. Bian zho gang ah?

Since he was just standing right before me, the right thing to do would be to say Hello, right? So I went, “Hi Buck”. He put on a mocked expression of surprise and responded, “Hey, what are you doing here?!”

Can’t you see I’m working?!

I explained to him what I was doing and to my dismay, he seems to frown upon it. “Isn’t it boring? What a waste of time. Why don’t you do something more meaningful? Like, school-industry projects!?”

I promptly added, “Yea, I’m involved in one of the project.”

He didn’t seem to hear me (more like, that didn’t shut him up). He continued to re-emphasize his point, going on bout how I should do something more meaningful, how part-timing was a waste of time.

Fuck. I wished I had pointed out to him that he just managed to insult half the school population by saying part-timing is a waste of time.

What’s wrong with part-timing? I am part-timing, my classmates are part-timing. In addition, I know your supposed “list of top students” are part-timing too (heck, I even gave her that lobang too!). What do you mean by saying, part timing is a waste of time?

Are you judging me with the 5 Ds I got in 3 semesters? (D+D+D+D+D = Bad Student!)

Dear Buck,

I am sorry I got 5 Ds in 3 semesters. Seems like, I scored too many Ds for your liking.

I am sorry my family is not rich enough to send me to the Great Motherland for exchange study trip. (I would also like to tell wish those who are going to shut the fuck up and sit tight in the Pussy Wagon. You’re just going for 3 weeks, not 3 years. Stop going on like whiny pussies have a good trip ahead!) *blow flying kisses and wave*

I am sorry I am not keen to participate in the brainwash sessions committee club because I am anti-social busy doing my schoolwork and I seriously think it’s a waste of time enriching myself.

I am sorry that I can’t be bothered to wolf-whistle or cheer you on during your speeches nowadays like how I used to do when I was in my first year. I forgot how to blow whistles.

I am utterly sorry that I didn’t attend your retro a-go-go party held on the last term week. Bad food timing, really.

Last but not least, I am very sorry that I no longer believe in you and for saying hello and catching you zoh-boh-ing.

Yours Apologetically, Ds-illusioned Student