After school is over, my mom got me to try this I.T.T.A.R (now called U.N.I.T.T.A.R) collage in P.J. She kinda saw it in the paper bout a program that takes any school leaver to train in what the collage offered. An on-job training of hotel management(Now called M.L.V.K or something?). The office to take and send the application forms is just a 10 minute walk from where I live at the time, so its kinda hard to skip this excuse.
Anyway, I figured that since I flunk and got no qualification, they wont take me in. So to ease my mom from yapping my ears off, I took the form and filled in what I have. Boy, was I wrong. I think I was the ONLY applicant that filled and sent the form BY HAND, that's why they gave me a shot. I guess they felt sorry for me walking all the way to filled up a form. (All I wanted was to get out of the house and get me a place to stay, lol)
And so began my days of collage, in P.J after a brief interview in Hilton. There were plenty of students there, three collage re-presenters. We all got the shot in learning hotel managements. We were given hostels to accommodate near our collage. Mine, however, was exactly underneath the collage, (spooky ain't it? Its actually the basement area of the building renovated) and I brought my guitar. The one that got locked up in a closet for two years, after I stole my mom's money to buy (she found out). So at this point, maybe you'd think that I'd skip these classes too. Well, not exactly. I didn't skip this one. Reason is, I have no idea where I was, or where to go. So I'm stuck. But still, there are classes that I didn't go, legally, this time.
It so happens that among the Malays that attended this collage during my time, had a very high marks in their results, but a god forsaken, poor English. In our English class, most students were struggling to understand what our lecturer was saying, while I was laughing at every JOKE, including some sarcasm made by our lecturers (lol). It felt good, you know, when you finally can laugh back at what usually was laughing at you. (It felt really good. lol)
Because of my fluent English, I easily get excuse to go out of the room, (and literally out of the collage) for a long period of time. And wanna know whats else? In our motivational class, I was permitted not to attend and excused of taking any tests.
Why..? When I said I've been to every motivational classes, And met highly trained leaders, I was NOT KIDDING. As proof, during our first day of motivational classes, our lecturer handed us some papers to filled during our collage days. We were suppose to give answers to it throughout the classes till we graduate (kinda thick copy papers piled up together). I flip through it and realized that its a psychology tests and has the same questions in one of motivational seminars I went to. Before the class even started, I ask my gorgeous lady lecturer, HOW IS DR.LAWRENCE DOING MA'AM? MR.ADAM? (With a huge grin and waving the papers in air) AND MR.GARFIELD, IS HE STILL WORKING THERE? (At this point, she was looking at me as if I jump her while she's changing) I got up my chair, take my wallet, hand out a membership card of the very place where that question papers were copied.
Oh Yeah, MY LECTURER IS MY SEMINAR JUNIOR!! (rofl)...She knew, I don't have to be in her classes. I knew every inch of what she would teach and asked. I was excused for the test papers too (she says I'd be considered CHEATING). Everyone else was scratching their heads, wondering what just happened.
(lol)
