Saturday, 11 June 2005
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Imagine, that you're setting foot into a hall. It's the BIG day, and it's finally here. The following one and a half hours is what you have strived so hard for so long. You've endured thick stacks of boring old books n notes, forcefully loading GIGABYTES of information into a tiny brain barely the size of two fists, tormenting your own eyeballs to the extent of having HORRID bloodshots, and UGLY eyebags. Worse comes to worst, you're feeling dead NERVOUS just stepping into a vast CHILLY hall, which is slowly being filled with equally tensed up and stressed out candidates, here to face the ULTIMATE challenge >>> the EXAMINATION. You raise your head. What comes to sight are rows n rows tables, each with a candidate number printed on a small white piece of paper, stuck on the top right hand corner. Deep inside, you know that one of these is where you'll be seated at while you wrestle with those intimidating looking questions for your own sake. The lump in your throat is gradually enlarging, besides the fast multiplying of butterflies fluttering inside your stomach, the need to calm your nerves is more urgent than ever. 'Take a deep breath" is what you recall from your parents advice. Very slowly, your nerves are losing its tensile force. Then, to your despair, an irritated sounding voice boomed in the hall, snapping everyone out of their thoughts.
"You behave like you've never sat for any examinations before!"
"If you're not going to stop talking, you'll be staying here for another hour!"
"Don't you understand English?!"
Sounds familiar? Yes, these phrases belong to no other than the INVIGILATORS!
It totally gets on my nerves everytime they do that. They probably don't realise how immensely irritating they are. That snobbish tone of their voice is just unbearable. Oh yeah, they think they know everything just because they're the ones who have created those test papers that drive countless students crazy and helpless at the same time. The thought of them being in charged of the hall is getting to them. Showing off their horrible vocals and the worst of their personality, making us feel small, threatening us with our fears , releasing their anger on us, ruining our moods......etc. , is similarly equivalent to adding gasoline to my already fuming temper, which i'm notoriously well known for.
What the hell do they think they're doing? In case they haven't noticed, us candidates are desperately trying hard to soothe our nerves, to calm down while attempting to recall our latest inputs. And there they were, standing right in front of the hall, with that snobbish look on their fat face, bossing everyone around. HELLO~ we're not your SLAVES, my 'dearest' invigilators! The right to snarrl and order us around is not with you. WE are adults. WE can think for ourselves. WE want to get the examinations over with as soon as possible. And last but not least, WE feel terrible enough without you invigilators tormenting us further with your critics and sarcasm. So leave us alone to our papers will you?
You know, sometimes, I think it's tradition for invigilators to be hard on us, to be mean to us. So far, I've never came across a polite, let alone sweet invigilator before. Seems to me, that other than making sure the exam starts on time and that all of us are in order, intimidating and irritating us are part of their job. Even Ms.Rathi, a teacher which I regard as student friendly , and especially amiable for a lecturer, turned mean on the spot in the hall. Did it ever occur to anyone that, this could be a mask that is compulsory for any invigilator to put on? Or is it a requirement, that one just have to follow in the name of tradition? Ahah! Food for thought there.
I bet some of you out there could be wondering if I've developed a soft spot for the ones that I've criticised so mercilessly just a paragraph before? Probably. Come to think of it, I really appreciate them, rushing from end-to-end just so that we can get the extra papers, and escorting us one by one to the loo. Aww... they didn't have to. But then again, they could be doing all these for the sake of securing their job! There's a reason why they're being paid so much on their payroll right? It compulsory for them to do these petty stuff. And may I add, that they hate doing all these unavoidable errants so much, that they have a deep desire down under to get back at us for complicating their job. Taa-daa!!! Now we all know why they're so mean to us! Mystery solved. For those who actually fell for the " I've-gone-soft-for-the invigilators" trick, gotcha! Bwahahahahaha~
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