Yesterday my father noticed the Comm Theory textbook that I had just bought. And after staring at it for awhile, he revealed that he actually teaches this subject as well!

Well!

He went out of my room for awhile and came back with the assigned textbook for the course - apparently the school chooses, not the lecturer.

'Stupid book, I don't like it... see. Whenever you see this kind of paper and this kind of green words (the words were printed in camo-green) it must be a stupid Australian book, it always is.'

What the hell has that got to do with anything??

I decided, and rightly so, that one could more or less determine the quality of the book from its definition of communication, as most of these drier texts are bound to contain within its first 10 pages.

Communication is any behaviour, verbal or nonverbal, that is perceived by another. Knowledge, feelings or thoughts are encoded and sent from at least one person and received and decoded by at least one other. Meaning is given to this message as the receiver interprets the message.

It's horrible isn't it?

'Next time,' my Dad said, 'you can teach these sort of courses part-time la.'

'You learnt Comm Theory in MBA?'

'No.'

'Huh? Then how you teach?'

'Aiyah you think we know all the modules we teach meh? Just skim through the textbook, go there and bullshit your way through. Besides, you think I'm going to go through every single page meh? I'll jump here and there one lah.'

And his students actually adore him you know? He got a standing ovation when he received his PhD...

Way to go Dad. I just might follow in your footsteps after all.

orchestrated by Renhao at 7:40:00 pm
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