this part is a giant parenthetical retelling of anecdotes of an ex-classmate, who neatly illustrates the asocial aspects of selection pressure due to the examination culture.
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- part iii -
thoughtlessness is the primogenitor of many an accident, as one of my ex-classmates has happily demonstrated time and time again to us long-suffering classmates. this guy, a fellow chemistry major, goes into lab each time and acts as though he had absolutely no clue what he should be going, even though he has the pre-lab already done. he would do every single lab by watching what other people did, then do his monkey-see-monkey-do routine.
if he decided to monkey me for one particular lab session, he would do one thing, walk over to me, then ask, “i did this. then how ah?” then if i was in a good mood i would humor him, whence he would return to his bench space and do the next step and repeat the cycle until the end of lab. if not, he would just hang around watching me do the lab until a teaching assistant (ta) would come around and ask what he was doing, and shoo him back to his bench space.
of course, he got into all sorts of hilarious trouble. a memorable incident was when he did his whole monkeying routine on me on a titration (yes, he acts as if he has no idea how to do one!) and he copied what i was doing step by step until the part where i added phenolphthalein to the acidic aliquot to be titrated. he missed that step completely and happily started titrating, and then wondered why he could not get the endpoint despite using up all the titrant! (for those of you who are rusty in chemistry, phenolphthalein is an indicator which is colorless in acidic solutions and bright pink in basic solutions.)
my favorite episode was when he borrowed a plastic ruler (the acrylamide kind that is half transparent and half white) from a fellow singaporean in organic chemistry lab to draw some pencil lines. he later found out that the ruler was stained with some chemical and happily rinsed it with acetone to wash it off. imagine the stunned look on his face when the ruler started dissolving in his hands! panicking, he chucked the melting ruler back into the owner’s pencil box, in which a melted mess was discovered by the irate owner half an hour later.
a simpler episode but just as funny was when he inverted a separatory funnel to shake up the mixture but didn’t cap the funnel before inverting it. and all he did was to stare at the growing mess on the bench as the liquid kept flowing out of the funnel that he was still holding in one hand! a bemused teaching assistant who saw the whole thing then said wryly, “looks like i’ll need to teach you the technique of bench-top extraction”, which basically involved wiping up the entire mess with paper towels and subsequent washings with solvent of said
towels.
it’s pretty clear that this guy hasn’t the faintest clue what chemistry is about. yet he manages to score pretty well on tests since he happens to be one of the most kiasu people that i have ever met. he is the kind that will call me up every single time a homework assignment or test was returned, to ask “how many marks did you get ar?” like seriously, does it matter? and “ha, ha, i got half a mark more than you!” or “how come you got one mark more than me? how ar, how ar?” is simply childish. like that is going to be statistically significant at all.
km has the most annoying habit of looking over my shoulder every time i note down something in lecture, and trying to figure out what exactly i wrote down, and even bugging me in the middle of lecture as to what some of my symbols mean! of course, he wouldn’t even dream of reciprocating if i asked to borrow his notes.
but by far the most disgusting episode that involves him was this one time in organic lab when he threw away his product in the second week of our final experiment, which was a three-week-long synthesis experiment. (he was doing a solvent extraction and poured away the wrong layer, something the tas drum into us never ever to do.) the course has a policy that if you ask for more starting material, you get 25% off, so he being ultra-kiasu would do anything to avoid that penalty. so he went around begging for material from the rest of the students. most of us just ignored him, but a sympathetic classmate (call her B) donated half of her sample to him to let him continue the lab.
the next week B messed up her experiment, and wanted to get some material back from km to continue the experiment, but he refused to part with any of his precious sample because he had ‘lost too many marks already’ so he ‘can’t afford to give you back any (sic)’. so poor B had to ask for more starting material to restart, so she suffered the restart penalty. on top of that, she had to stay overtime to complete the experiment (imagine trying to cram a three-session practical into two-thirds of a session’s worth of time) and hence also suffered a penalty for overstaying. (yes the teacher is anal!)
ok, so the morals and ethics of the preceding situation were ambiguous. but get this: he got all depressed over messing up the lab and fretted so much over his potentially ‘ruined’ grade. B, despite being the weaker student, ended up comforting him over the missed opportunity and told him that ‘it’s not important. grades aren’t everything’ and not to let it get to him too much. she also confided that she wasn’t confident of doing well because she had already messed up too many other experiments. turned out that she got a ‘c’ for the class, which she was kinda upset about but thought it was still liveable.
then she ran in to km one day and she asked him how he did overall. and the cheeky bastard
just said ‘oh, it’s not important. grades aren’t everything!’ later on
i wormed it out of him that he got an a. bloody hell. guess why
everyone shunned him after that semester.
based on what i’ve argued above, i don’t really blame him for being socially dysfunctional. it’s more a sad reflection of what intense kiasuism can do to a person and have one’s moral framework totally derailed in mindless pursuit of an optimal examination score.
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