The Air Conditioned Classroom
Perhaps this is reminiscent of Cherian George's famous work but a lamentable parody it might be, i certainly believe it to be apt in describing our class's current scenario; and with a shameless lack of modesty, i would claim to be affiliated to Cherian George for after all, he was once a student in HCJC as well.
The air-conditioner, ubiquitous and even named the best invention of the century by Lee Kuan Yew himself, not that his frail bones would be able to enjoy the bitter cold any longer anyway, dominates the ceiling in just about any classroom we walk into. Its omnipresence does seem to make us take it for granted, a resource to be drawn upon as we will and damn the consequences it wreaks on the environment; but no, i am not here to fuss over saving the Earth, let's leave the Green Club to settle that. Nevertheless the issue i am bringing up is of paramount importance as well, something that threatens the very stability of our class, affecting our welfare and if dealt with improperly, might well sunder the solidarity we are and cast the remnants into accursed oblivion. Yes i do understand that i overdo the melodrama but heck, you get the point.
The crux of the issue? The bloody temperature. Oh yes Singapore is a graveyard for just about any Eskimo who ventures here but that doesn't downplay the fact that even though we grew up in a tropical climate, we still have much to gripe about when it comes to the sweltering heat. Hailing from two different entities, its certainly impossible to avoid skirmishes, and it does seem that we are having in our hands now is about to break out into a full scale war that would obliterate whatever fragile strands of tolerance we actually have of each other. He's hot, she's cool; seemingly out of place such a statement is but i believe you grasp its inherent meaning. For all the air-con is doing to the classroom's atmosphere, one thing is certain; it does seem to cause the frost to encroach over the very heart of the class. A chilly political climate you would say, and i certainly agree on that pun. Certainly the air-conditioner was made to cool things down, not heat things up, but in this case, it seems to be malfunctioning real terribly. Too cold for comfort perhaps, but would you rather have it too close for comfort?
Oh yes, Cherian George's own book does seem to cover the aspect of control; something the air-con grants us, being able to manipulate the surrounding temperature with the mere depression of buttons. Nevertheless this point is moot; there has been little room for debate. After all, with our all-too-fabulous CT, control is really at record high levels don't you think? Honestly, there isn't nothing much to curse about that, for as people say: shit happens; so bear with it.
Disclaimer: The above wall of text is composed purely out of jest and the coercible nature of boredom. You are strongly advised to take it with a large sack of salt, though do be prudent in not overloading your sodium levels till you suffer from kidney failure. No responsibility whatsoever shall been taken for any forms of emotional derangement nor would hospitalization fees incurred due to visits to hospitals be reimbursed.
we rocked @ 4:55 PM
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