Let the Darts Begin
A student who tries to show that there are also mediocre teachers that exist in a premier university.
With due respect to this dart-my-grade teacher but there’s an issue that’s been nagging me for quite some time and that’s really been begging to be laid to rest. So I hope you would not mind as I speak insolent as you never dare imagined, albeit insolence founded on truth.
Imagine, those whom we call the “light” that fortitudes our understanding are darting our grades. Literally. How would you react after all the efforts to get a high grade when in the long run all of it would go for a naught? All because some of these teachers have the gall to play with your grades. Moreover, it is pathetically pointless to request for a change of grade for they would just tell you that you should be [lucky] to have passed. I hope you imagine my fellow bio students who am I talking about.
As one of the many precedents he is one of the most outstanding dart-my-grade teachers UPB has ever had. He is the pachyderm of all pachyderms ever known in DB. He does not only demoralize his students, but he also exploits them. Try to dole out a bunch of chocnut or chicha perhaps as you savor your 30 minutes of fame and voila, you’ll be surprised to find out that after all of your exceptional performance, you didn’t make it to the quarterfinals of the talent show. Get the picture.
Need I explain how darts is being played in this context, I would be very glad to.
So this is how it’s done. As soon as you enter the four-cornered wall, you should expect that you are being pre-judged by your intellectual capacity with respect to your proximity in the blackboard. Ergo, you have to do your best not to be too far from it. You should not worry too much when your class standing is failing for there will be a miracle that would come in time. The miracle that I’m trying to say blatantly here is the high probability that you would not flunk so long as you have established a very good impression to him.
If you want to pass the course and hit the bull’s eye, then learn from my bad. These are the three things that you have to do to survive: First thing that you have to know is the dynamics of politics inside the four-cornered wall. For if you are able to calculate the velocity, the acceleration, the force, the exact angle of your forearms and whatever factor there is, then you will not hit a miss.
Second, be subservient, and don’t forget to be recognized, for if you fail at this point, mind you, you are jeopardizing your future to move to the next level. You wouldn’t want to be stuck there for life taking your masters or Ph.D., would you?
Let’s not be hypocrite about this, most of us wants to find the easiest way out. However, in doing so we are putting our dreams of becoming a doctor or in any other way around in peril. I mean to those who would pursue Medicine in the near future or those who would want to have a post-graduate degree you have to lay a good foundation. As quoted once from one of the most brilliant professors since time immemorial in the Department of Chemistry, “… if you want to excel in your craft, then you must have a good foundation…”
And lastly, oh, I almost forgot, the player is a pro! He rarely errs in hitting his target. So if he doesn’t like you, accept the fact that you have to take your masters for that ground alone. So do not do anything that would give you the impression to become a stigma, though life can be so unfair most of the time.
Silly, how people brag how commendable they are during their undergrad years. Yet, this doesn’t show in their teaching performance. They just spend most of their time babbling and babbling nonsensical things that have no relation to the subject they teach. A blow by blow account of your daughter’s suitors for an instance is a very good example to this. Oops did I spill the beans?
Would the chancellor care to explain why these people still exist in the State U despite the apparent reasons why they should not be kept to be permanent? Oh well…
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