::Nanuenymous::

i pretty much sensed it before i went in. i had stapled paper in my hand, of 2sheets, pen, a notebook and iced capp. and it was about time when i wanted to knock on his door, when suddenly he went, "zaharina?". i wasn't shock because, oh well he probably overheard my draggy footsteps. and so i stepped in, rather humbly, like a student should.
"well, have a seat". had my butt on but my eyes were seriously wandering around. bapak sepah office kau.
so the usual prof-student conversation took place, and i wasn't going to spare any details here. until one part when he asked me to show him my work so far.
and i did, of course, show him.
and he looked through it.
and when his face started to show up some cracks on his forehead, that's when my stomach growled.
and it became worst when he pushed up his glasses, climbing up his pointed nose, closer to the eyes.

"darling, i think you shouldn't start you essay like this....... blah.... blahh..... cause you know, this thing blahhhhh.... blaaahhh"

in short, i effed up my essay. and i have to hand it tomorrow. of 2000 words.

ugh, i pretty much sensed it before i went in.

BUT suddenly, being an angel he is, he told me that i could give it to him on Monday.

so lesson learnt, people. there's always always something good out of meeting your prof/TA.
this theory never fails me.
so, grab your backpack, take the notebook, a voice recorder and yattaaaaa!!!