...student.

Today, I just realised how I was seen in the lecturer's eyes. It was enlightening!

I'm going to apply for a scholarship in the polytechnic and hopefully lighten the family's financial burden (no thanks to the home renovation and taxes).

Part of the scholarship application form needed, as you could guess, recommendations and comments from lecturers about the student.

So, with another interested candidate and I, we did Plan Infiltration - we barged into our lecturers' classes in sync (how nasty) to get the form filled and handed in on the same day we got it.

It was a lucky thing that they didn't disapprove of our hasty tactics. They gave the juniors a break and filled up the forms.

It's true that they needed to paint a rosy picture, but never had I expected words as 'polite', 'enthusiastic' and, argh, 'hard-working'.

And I asked them later if they were really holding a paintbrush to the paper. They weren't.

It's those kind of perks that make you glad you're a student. A true die-hard 'hard-working' and (over)'enthusiastic' student.

All right, to that Peer Mentor class. Time for me to meet my own students! Ha!