To me Critical Literacy is both
intriguing and frightening. While I was in semester 3 I have heard of scary
rumors where the seniors have to stay awake 24/7 in order to finish their tasks,
that they become a literal living dead, slaving away typing on their laptop to
finish their assignment. I didn’t even gave it a second thought and dismissed
it as an exaggerated tales told by the seniors in order to scares their
juniors.
Fortunately or unfortunately during
my semester 4 period I have to drops almost all semester 4 subject since I have
to make room for my previously failed subjects, as such I chanced on witnessing
the struggle of my housemates as they desperately tackles the infamous
assignments. While it not as bad as it was rumored it is still painful to watch
them typing mindlessly well late into the night, I have at times even
discovered them still typing when I woke up at dawn.
After
witnessing such hellish scene before me, I greatly feared for my future when I have
to face the same thing. From time to time when I saw the grim faces of my
housemates I tried cheer them up by joking but they only respond by laughing
dryly and gave me a murderous glare. And then when my turn came my feeling was
close to despair, after i come to understand the content of Critical Literacy I
involuntary choose to escape reality. The sheer effort I poured in, while I took
appropriate amount of rest, still left me ragged and sleep deprived.
I still
remember the morning where I finally printed out the finished assignment, my
image reflected in the mirror shows an unkempt man with hollow, dead fish eyes
and sunken cheeks, a literal husk of my former self. While I didn’t really get exhausted
to such extent the task almost turned me into one of the living dead.
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