6 hours of the same lecturer is seriously no joke.
especially if the subject he is teaching is " CRISIS MANAGEMENT". plus the fact that he told us at the start of the day, that day would be a day we will never forget. talk about freaking everyone out..
so with much trepidation and fear we proceeded for a tutorial class after the 1 hour plus lecture in the early morning..we huffed and puffed our way up 3 flight of stairs to get to our classroom and lo and behold the first word you see on the whiteboard in RED marker - CLOSING. 
and so class begun...my lecturer or rather coach ( he insist that he will only become a lecturer over his dead body, he is our COACH, not lecturer.)said he wanted us to experience what it is like to be handling a crisis, albeit on a small scale, but at least it's something..so for the next 2 hours...
first
he spilt 2 classes into 6 groups. 2 classes of Public Relations students who prior to this never liked each other. blame it on an event we had to plan and execute earlier in another semester that pitched us against each other, competing to raise the highest amount of money and of course get the title of best class. hate would be too strong a word but immense dislike was definitely in the air sometimes when we get together. and he spilt our classes evenly that each group would have a few people from both classes.
put that awkwardness of a situation where we didn't know half of our own team members, we had to remember each other's names, house address, email address and phone numbers. PLUS electing a team leader. all under 10 minutes. before i could say or do anything, my name was nominated and wham..i'm the leader of a make believe crisis situation but with VERY REAL consequences. where our marks where at stake, meaning if i fail to bring my group successfully through this, we will all fail in our assignment marks, meaning we will be barred from our finals, and considered as failed in the subject. no joke. IT WAS STRESSFUL OK...
if we couldn't get the details of our fellow members right, we were then yelled at, cursed at, and embarrassed in front of the whole class..
the task was to find a way to protect an egg from being broken, the egg will be thrown up as high as it would go.. protect the egg from breaking with 50 straws. THAT'S IT. we have to save all 6 eggs from each group.
and halfway through we lost 10 straws each group as we decided early on to work together but because some of the other class' people were late, in order for them to still get their assignment marks, we all had to sacrifice something for them..
all the while this lecturer placed 2 mosquito coils in a SMALL ENCLOSED classroom, WITH THE WINDOWS CLOSED! with blaring music from the radio he brought..while he curses and swears at us, finding ways to sabotage us..so we had to struggle to breath and communicate while yelling ourselves hoarse.
after it all ended he finally told us...
the whole thing was all designed so we would fail. we weren't suppose to be able to save any of the eggs.
all this to let us experience a little of what it's like to be in a crisis. i tell you..any kind of negative emotions you can think of, we all felt it that afternoon. i'm so not joking...he is crazy i tell you..crazy..but..grudgingly i tell you..he is..good.
what an end to that class.
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or maybe blessed isn't the right word coz it makes me feel quite secure in skipping class...
ooooooooo nice...
