An Advice From A 'Practicum' Teacher

To those who have finished the 'Final Year Thesis' ('Term Paper' some might call):

Go celebrate heartily. Go hang out somewhere, have fun, and make some bad decisions. Regret later. Celebrate like you're the happiest and greatest person on Earth. Celebrate like you got Kate Beckinsale as your girlfriend (for boys), like you got Hugh Jackman as your boyfriend (for girls). Then make sure you find a new one the next day. You deserve a new one everyday. You deserve it.

To school students:

Be prepared. You haven't seen Hell yet. Don't cry if you got straight 'Es' for your SPM papers. Save your tears for the thesis in your upcoming college years. Leave and let your girlfriend suffer with her menstrual pain. Leave and let your boyfriend with a dumber girl. Because when you get your title (for your thesis), you won't be able to care less about the rest.

To suicides who still fail to die:

Have you tried a new way? Have you run out of ideas? I got one. Go to a college, find a supervisor, tell him (or her) that you have a title for your thesis. Make sure it is approved, then proceed with the research designs. You will die. Promise.

To those who have not finished the 'Final Year Thesis' ('Term Paper' some might call):

Get a pet. Make sure it's not gay. Play with it, feed it. You need it. After you get bored with it, find a psychiatrist. Tell him (or her) that you need help. When he (or she) asks, "what kind of help?", you answer, "with my thesis". I'm sure you'll feel better. If that doesn't work, then get yourself almost-killed, get hit by a car or something. At least you'll have a reason to extend, without being labeled as 'Failed'.

p/s: I'm under pressure.*sigh*