NTU is a joke
So I wound up tagging along to my dad’s tutorials today - one hour slots for three hours straight. Now I know why professors don’t like smaller classes - it gives them more work to do, they have to repeat more things. Even me, who was just sitting there got tired.
Met Hafizah on the last tutorial. She went “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” and we shrieked together for a bit. Also, Mr Shiok Playwright Awesome Alfian Sa’at enrolled for my dad’s class too! I was half tempted to run up and get an autograph.
My daddy teaches awesome, and omg he’s actually genuinely funny in class. Not like his lame “What do you do in Bath? Take a bath hahahaha” jokes. Headed to the campus’s Sakae Sushi to have lunch, then I hung around his office and cleaned his computer out of viruses. The technicians kept saying he needed to reformat his computer to get rid of the viruses, but I just wiped it clean with 4 programs I use regularly on my own computer. Dunno what they’re paying these people for if they haven’t even heard of Ad-Aware.
Ohoh, and the way they name these buildings are so complicated. My dad told me a really hilarious story:
Dad’s colleague: Hey, let’s meet up for lunch. I’ll meet you at your office and we’ll head out.
Dad: Are you sure you don’t want to just meet at the Chinese Cultural Center instead? The names of these buildings are seriously complicated.
DC: Yeah, yeah, sure. I’m really good with directions, I’ll find it.
Dad: Okay, my office is at 3.2B409.
DC: … I’ll meet you at the Chinese Cultural Center.
Anyhoo, fun day. 
