The Prof Farrell syndrome

I was so deep in thoughts and busy in SMS-ing today just after my War and Society Paper that I got scared out of my daylight when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder followed by a very familiar deep booming voice of Prof Farrell saying that he was really glad to see my applications for the internship. I took like 10 seconds to recover from the shock and all the while babbling incoherently like an idiot about how he bloody scared me. It's like he has like this sense of aura about him and is so tall and he knows EVERYTHING in the world(the best probably being about divorce), that I always felt a little dumb when I'm talking to him.

Anyway, when he said that and after I head towards a different direction in the History dept, I felt a little sad. Those words seemed to be like the last sentence that he will ever say to me, unless I'm doing my honours. The war and society module exam today seems to mark the end of the Farrell modules for me. I so want to take all his modules, and the other day in one of his "Come see me session", I casually asked him if he'd be doing the Singapore MIlitary History Module the next sem (because it is not reflected on the module website for the next sem), I was like super disappointed when he pointed out that he'd only be doing 2 modules; none of which I can take, because, I've taken 1 already and the other one is like for the honours students. So if I decide to just pursue a Bachelor, today's exam effectively marks the end of Farrell's lesson!!!! *SOBZ*

Farrell is like my idol ever since I have decided to major in history, and although when I first got taught by him in my 1st sem, I was super stressed, that I wanted to drop the module; but I grew fond of his every style and regard him as the BESTEST history professor in the whole wide world. If I'm going to teach, I wanna be able to teach like him. Okie not really...but you get my point. I used to think that he wears his jeans too high, but over the semesters, I've grown to regard them as being very "Farrell". That it's almost like a brand. PLus I lurrrve it when he puts both his hands on his tummy. I would stare when he does that until there was once I think he might have caught me staring. Hurhurhur...! But it's wierd because somehow I'll imagine a s-sized t-shirt fitted over it, ever since the time he kept suaning me in class over my t-shirt that says "TROUBLE". Ask any of my project mates in the module about the sort of nonsense we whisper about Farrell in class.

Anyway...Why did he say that he was glad that I sign up for the intership? Does it mean that he thinks I'm too slack, so he's glad that I'm finally booked myself and internship and do some "real" job? And if he had read through my application I'll just die of embarrassment because I wrote a very "self-glorifying", extremely cheesy Reasons for Application that I thought wouldn't matter because nobody other than Dr Mark Emmanual would vet through it, and since he didn't know me personally, I'll only start to worry about that part if I get the SAM internship.

Which I did! =p They just called me.

Anyway it was funny cos when I went for the interview with Dr Emmanual, I walked pass him along the dept's corridor, without knowing that it was him, and asked Prof Farrell where he is, right IN FRONT OF him.