myguiltypleasure: Im Not A Racist, This Is the Story of My Life (Part 2)

perhaps the most difficult part of the whole thing is to adjust to the fact that some people can pretend to be nice to us while having ulterior motives. the teachers who taught us; put up a caring face while doing everything they can to halt our growth.

we told ourselves this is just temporary. we blamed the education system. we blamed it for the sour feeling in our soul, for teaching us we are not equals. instead we consist of a society made of brown, yellow and other shades of coloured skin.

at 17 years of age we had our first hit and we took it bravely.

again we told ourselves this would end for good when we enter the university.

so we did...

first day at the university beaming with pride, ambition and the drive to achieve and be somebody in the society, i had a culture shock. i noticed my surroundings were surreal. there were indians, chinese and malays in the auditorium, waiting for our turn to register and get the temporary tags.

why was my surrounding surreal??

they indians hung out only with the indians, chinese and malays were not any different. i reassured myself that once we were registered, everyone would mingle around.

the only thing is was that didnt happen.

throughout the orientation, first week, first semester...there was almost no inter racial communication. maybe it was the lack of interest or maybe it was just so much easier that way to speak our own native language, share the same food but what was really apalling was the fact that we were made up of a group of people who were very well educated unfortunately we were not able to see past the skin colour.

the chinese had their separate orientation that followed. they had the Mr / Ms faculty competitions going on at a separate locations, conducted in Chinese.

The indians had motivation camps catering only the indian students. inter racial communication were very much limited to when absolutely unavoidable in other words necessary.

there were few lecturers who were open minded and concerned who made rules that each group must consist of every race while the others couldnt care less.

the way some had to carry the other's overwhelming weight and disinterest in doing their work is a totally different story.

by the end of the first semester, when we noticed that a certain ethnic group is more relaxed to attend classes and take the lessons less seriously we were hit with the second wave:

THEY HAVE ALREADY LEARNED THE EXACT SAME SYLLABUS OF THE SAME SUBJECTS IN MATRICULATION CLASSES CATERED ESPECIALLY FOR THAT PARTICULAR GROUP WHO WERE ENROLLED WITH FAR LESS IMPRESSIVE RESULTS...