Business Informatics
I am in a biggest dilemma. Ever. Despite the fact that my Course Coordinator delivered her speech in a way you’d think that she had to literally cough and squeeze out her words, I am glad she’s really forefront in addressing the problem of Singapore’s education system. INTERNET, I’ve got some serious decision to make. I have to decide what I would be embarking on for the next three semesters in my institution. The school had made it sound oh-so nice: Selection of Specialization and Elective Program. To put it in layman’s term; I have to choose either the Iinformation Technology path so that it would drive me to the edge of the window –OR– choose Business path so that it would make me go to the toilet and gulp the Dynamo detergent. My Course Coordinator expressed the oh-so accurate fact of our SINGAPORE EDUCATION SYSTEM: If you get good results, you get to choose what you want. If it is otherwise, people does the selection and you get selected. THAT STATEMENT MAKES ME WANT TO GIVE HER A MILLION DOLLARS. All of us in this course would be doing the same core modules, but different electives and projects. And let me remind you, our projects are killing. K. I. L. L. I. N. G. It is not projects like: “Cut three newspaper articles, paste them in jotter book and summarise in 300 words,” or “interview three foreigners about the attractions in Singapore and evaluate Singapore’s tourism.” It is something like: CODE FROM SCRATCH A OH-SO SIMPLE COMPUTER GAME or A FUNCTIONAL BUSINESS ONLINE STORE and DO ACTUAL MONETARY BUSINESS AT SUCH AN OH-SO UNASSUMING PLACE NO BIRDS WOULD SHIT THERE. Look, Internet, I am seriously thinking about submitting my fate to destiny. Like not making my option on my Option Day Week and then see to which path I would be posted to. Another problem is my Industrial Placement; I really would like to have an oversea placement chance but upon hearing the fact most of us would be posted to CHINA, hell, I would rather isolate myself under my bed. Seriously, like CHINA?! I can’t. I’ll stay in this puny city-state, where at least majority of the women here have their underarms shaved. You know. YOU KNOW!!! SO STOP CALLING ME AN DISCRIMINATING ASSHOLE.