- 4S is not a subset of Human
As some of you know, recently our English comprehensions were returned to us. More than 90% failed. This onslaught was caused by the marker, Serene Seah, who's name i dare mention only because i have masochistic tendencies. If you have any sort of human compassion however, i suggest you not try it, lest your fingers start shrivelling up before your eyes, more defiled than a dettol box in a septic tank.
She is, by the way, 1% idiocy and 99% STD.
Apparently those who did not have the same answers as her were wrong. Theoratically this means that those who passed also pass in thinking as she does. Thus, they are faggots.
Of course, i tried to save myself some marks by finding for faults in her marking. Yes, technically that meant all, but I picked only the most obvious just in case.
However it was a futile attempt. Everything was futile.
I travelled downstairs to her table and met with her, quietly doing my best to avert my eyes, while asking her why i didn't get marks for this/that question.
At that point she gave my paper a look, one which i could only translate at "too long, didn't read".
"Well as i wrote there your answer is v-va-Vah-gew"
"Vague, Ms Seah"
"Ya dont correct me. Your Answer is vague"
"But I beg to differ!" I begged, differing, "I wrote five lines worth of explanation, giving analogies and various examples! All your points are inside if you bothered to look"
"Is that so...?" She said (probably killing a few innocent calves doing so). She snatched up my paper and read it, eyes furrowed, like how a mental retard would look when learning sex education. After reaching the last sentence, (her lips finally shaping the words "fuh-fuh-full si-si-stop-pah"), she handed returned me the paper, panting.
"Well then. It's excess denies."
At the moment my right arm grabbed the pencil box in my left arm and started tugging furiously, in hopes of finding an inkless pen to gut her with. However, my mind, still in a disgusted whir, forgot how to use zippers then. It was a good 4 seconds of caveman-like cynicism, and thankfully she asked me what i was doing before i started trying to biting my pencil box.
You see, my mouth automatically formed the word "ASSHOLE!" in reply, and in doing so my body seemed to regain stability. The same way you only start paying attention in BINGO when your neighbour shouts "BINGO!!!".
"What did you call me?!" She shrieked, apparently incredulous.
"S-O. I said S-O-B." I replied, poker faced.
"Oh. Well, you may go." she said, more confused than angry
I walked out of that room, triumphant from that battle.
But i lost the war. My marks were left unchanged.
What can i say. "WE FOUND A WITCH! BURN 'ER! BURN 'ER!"
As some of you know, recently our English comprehensions were returned to us. More than 90% failed. This onslaught was caused by the marker, Serene Seah, who's name i dare mention only because i have masochistic tendencies. If you have any sort of human compassion however, i suggest you not try it, lest your fingers start shrivelling up before your eyes, more defiled than a dettol box in a septic tank.
She is, by the way, 1% idiocy and 99% STD.
Apparently those who did not have the same answers as her were wrong. Theoratically this means that those who passed also pass in thinking as she does. Thus, they are faggots.
Of course, i tried to save myself some marks by finding for faults in her marking. Yes, technically that meant all, but I picked only the most obvious just in case.
However it was a futile attempt. Everything was futile.
I travelled downstairs to her table and met with her, quietly doing my best to avert my eyes, while asking her why i didn't get marks for this/that question.
At that point she gave my paper a look, one which i could only translate at "too long, didn't read".
"Well as i wrote there your answer is v-va-Vah-gew"
"Vague, Ms Seah"
"Ya dont correct me. Your Answer is vague"
"But I beg to differ!" I begged, differing, "I wrote five lines worth of explanation, giving analogies and various examples! All your points are inside if you bothered to look"
"Is that so...?" She said (probably killing a few innocent calves doing so). She snatched up my paper and read it, eyes furrowed, like how a mental retard would look when learning sex education. After reaching the last sentence, (her lips finally shaping the words "fuh-fuh-full si-si-stop-pah"), she handed returned me the paper, panting.
"Well then. It's excess denies."
At the moment my right arm grabbed the pencil box in my left arm and started tugging furiously, in hopes of finding an inkless pen to gut her with. However, my mind, still in a disgusted whir, forgot how to use zippers then. It was a good 4 seconds of caveman-like cynicism, and thankfully she asked me what i was doing before i started trying to biting my pencil box.
You see, my mouth automatically formed the word "ASSHOLE!" in reply, and in doing so my body seemed to regain stability. The same way you only start paying attention in BINGO when your neighbour shouts "BINGO!!!".
"What did you call me?!" She shrieked, apparently incredulous.
"S-O. I said S-O-B." I replied, poker faced.
"Oh. Well, you may go." she said, more confused than angry
I walked out of that room, triumphant from that battle.
But i lost the war. My marks were left unchanged.
What can i say. "WE FOUND A WITCH! BURN 'ER! BURN 'ER!"
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