New instructors

We got two new instructors and haven't yet for maly welcomed them on the blog. Oh! That reminds us that we haven't told the world who our instructors are. Here they are:

Giddy
Dizzy
Dicky
Al Cahol

Dizzy doesn't teach us any more except in practicality. But we have two new people.
Santa
Pracess

Trishul Sang: not an evaluation

The beginning of the semester saw us sitting in the hall os assembly in our institution yawning widely and sometimes loud at a session on how computers are good for depsyching people. The resource person was a resourceful and knowledgeable man who had done extensive research in the field and was humble beyond words. The only drawback was that he could not be heard. It's alright, not all of us can be heard out loud when we know that we have three days of talking ahead. Not noticing the obstructing factors to the smooth flow of his workshop, he was surprisingly determinant in letting the knowledge he had, flow to us. Some of us were persisitent. Most of us gave up after he introduced himself. On the whole, the three days went past like three years and at the end of it, what I have learnt are mail merge in MS.Word, changing the characteristics of charts in Ms. Excel and a new software used for depsyching data, called SPSS.

True. He didn't reach anywhere near Martin Luther King, Jr. or Hitler in terms of his abilities to put a message across. But that shouldn't have let our class direspect him by talking loudly or giggling like children. It was deeply disrespectful. At times he would counter that situation by trying to joke saying that he would cut marks in the assignments of the people who were talking. People continued. He never lost his patience. But had I been in his shoes, I would have felt extremely bad. True. He was not loud. He was monotonous beyond our patience. But that didn't call for disrespect. The worst part is that some of the people whom I respect the most were talking out loud and laughing right under his nose. Beats me.