The Great Escape

18Apr10

Of all 5 years spent in UTP, there’s no single minute i would think i may extend the years of studying. It’s suffice to say it would be unthinkable. Let’s say, another semester past the ideal time you should finish your Bachelor degree, it will become 5 years and a half.

There are people who genuinely think it’s OK. Friend of mine generally forms a large number of student thinking that. I couldn’t agree more. The more time you spent studying mean the more time you can do whatever you please and not being conscious of the effect. We don’t have to be fucking wake up early at 700 am to get ready and get our ass to the Chores.

i wish i'll be living this moment day in day out, shit

And perhaps, more time finding your music soul mate, similar tune loving drummer or guitarist i always wanting to get to know of. Writing things that would not be so awkward when you put progression behind them. There will be thousand reason why spending more time in college is actually beneficial for me.

I did not think that far off.

You see, i always think i’m lucky and the history shows that. everytime. i never got a B grade in all Civil Exam during my schooling years, however bad i wish to. It’s simply not happening.

It’s like wanting you’d be terrible in basketball, or any sport in particular so you won’t waste your precious time sweating and moaning at your strain ankle when your team suddenly needs extra players and you’re the only seemed-fit guy who can be in the court without looking that much dorky and realize the sport is simply not for you.

I hope I was bad on my schooling years so it will shows some progress when i pull it. Some achievement just pulling off The Great Escape.

Look, I’m a good kid like any nerdy would be 5 years ago*. It’s just that i mix with different type of kids back then. Different than how i use to. Let’s say, I don’t do well being youth with options. It’s not that i’m regretting i have those options. I just think that it’s better if i start out not a straight A student, cause if that’s the case than i’ll be super proud with The Great Escape.

There are two elements in The Great Escape which are so appealing i wouldn’t believe i can graduate in time during the final exam.

Firstly, the cram ol thesis that all vying degree holder need to present, properly bind them with strict coloring covers. And they have specific font and arrangement too. Wait, they even had the standard fuckin thickness. I wish it wouldn’t be pressed onto anything more stupid than that. The idea of uniformity, while it is said to be breeding discipline, is not really suit me. Everyone is special and why we would just be ignored on our uniqueness.

Or so i think, back then.

Secondly, as a result of pulling out on a subject called Vibration during my third year, I need to be available again to take the subject at the final year. It nearly cost me the graduation, as i know nothing about gyration and frequencies and i hate it.

That’s the reason i set it off for wasteland the first time around and precisely i cannot think on any reason why it will be any different the second time. I’m thinking hard during the first class, and somehow convinced that the difference now is that i’m motivated to learn something hard, something new even it will be close to not applicable at all during my entire life.**

How I was wrong.

Pulling The Great Escape is not something easy or light hearted would enjoy to do. It requires vast amount of slacking off until the fraction second of the very last minute, and being damn confidence with the shit. This is particularly right to justify my escape with the thesis. While it is a two semester work, i find it little more interesting to be done in a one full night total work. During my final presentation, i still printing my last copy of report, (the folk helping me was the same guy being in my workplace now, occasionally reminding me of how crap i’am back then) letting my slot goes off until the final student is due for presentation. I mumbled something (of course it’s a bluff) and i remember talking with highest, coldest voice i could do. It is as if i want the people across the hall way at UFO (actually a library crammed up with The Hall) hears me and shouting cut the crap. It’s not on purpose. You see i want every words enters Prof X’s ears like AK47 he would not be able to think on layers. Not on layers as the first layers is so complicated he wave a white flag. “I’m not an expert in manufacturing simulation though i can relay some comments”.

I figure out later (I mean years after that) that it’s part of why The Great Escape become possible. Another reason is that i miss my own slot, Prof X is actually late for his class and he has very limited time to assess crap and idealistic papers. Eventually, with the prowess of sounding complicated he succumbed into the trap. Maybe he actually thinks my paper was worth it. Which in that case i could not name this post Great Escape. It would be…hmmm. Let’s say, Monumental Result with Tiny Effort.

Second element is supposed to be secret. There’s people dropped of the school resulting of this way of escaping the exams gloriously (anything not D & E – it’s glorious). It just happen that i am being in the right time and the right place. I saw some papers and it somehow resembles the real one. Oh shit!

I’m glad now and i’m sincerely believe i wont be needing to do any kind of that stunt anymore in my working life.

It’s too damaging to keep on doing it.

*because this is the writing i write in 2008, i think i will retain the periodic distance just for my memory =)

** this is the so called new spirit in my thinking, as during that time (2008), The Great Accident just broke off which is described in as-if-in-a-dream.

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