Survey of Southeast Asian Art and Culture. That was the class today. Cadet Kelly, Cadet Tricia and I looked on almost bleakly as General Yap proceeded to enlighten us as to why Southeast Asia was so - as he put it - capalang (mixed up).
Interesting, maybe. But with 90% of my thoughts dedicated to wondering why it had to be so darn cold in the classroom, I could hardly care about the similarities between Southeast Asian cultures. And what General Yap perceived to be dedication as I wrote down all the notes he projected in slides was to me a form of distraction from the cold.
We tried to ease our situations, hiding our arms behind our bags and squeezing our hands between our armpits. Our request to have the AC switched off was denied by General Yap, who claimed himself to be completely useless should he perspire in the middle of the lesson. "When your laptop is running, you don't switch off the AC, do you?" Why yes, General Yap, as a matter of fact, I do.
More than half the lesson, Cadet Kelly and I huddled under the blue jacket Cadet Daniel so kindly provided us. (Thank you so much, Daniel!) Later still, Cadet Ah B, who sat behind us, also donated her jacket for the cause.
"I can't wait till class is over so I can defrost myself," Cadet Kelly murmured as I fantasised about hot cocoa from 7-11.
Admittedly, the class wasn't that bad. Although boring, it had its moments. Like when General Yap acknowledged Ilina as The Singaporean. And when Cadet Kai accidentally declared that Tan Cheng Lock was the one who was responsible for bringing Islam to Southeast Asia. General Yap nearly launched his shoe into the air for that one. "Which class are you from?" he asked Cadet Kai.
"Digi!" exclaimed Kai, the Illus cadet.
Thus, we have successfully, but accidentally, lowered the esteem of Digi cadets in General Yap's eyes. The end of class was greeted with a simultaneous sigh of relief as everyone woke up from their dazed stupor and clamoured to get out of the classroom. The warm, humid air of Kuala Lumpur had never felt better. And so, Cadet Tricia and I vowed to never be late to General Yap's class again. Let someone else brave the arctic cold!
Then, we happily skipped to Vision to buy some yellow acrylic paint, which costed nearly thirty ringgit, therefore successfully ruining our moods again.