If you are reading this in an attempt to find out what the hell 'SuperTEENS' is about as your school practically forced you into spending $60 to attend this 3 days, aka 39 hour course, I would first and for most like to express my greatest condolences to you. SuperTEENS, led by My Ernest..Wong i believe? is the most Dirty and lowlife way to earn money from the unsuspecting parents of these poor children. He is a self-proclaimed millionaire at the age of 30 years old.
He runs this course with 2 other guys, Ken and Peter, whom I should mention at this point are pretty respectable. I believe (this is not a claim that it is true, but merely my thoughts) that the first and last days of the course were merely a cover up for what is to happen on the 2nd day. On the first day, he leads us into thinking that he is a cool, level-headed (if not slightly wacko) dude, and teaches us some rather meaningless things while laughing and joking with us. I returned home from the 1st day, exhausted but feeling that the course was not as bad as hearsays. I believe it was their intention deceive you into thinking you can trust him and that he is your friend.
On the 2nd day however, things went downhill. He starts things along asking us "If your brother or sister died to save you, would you mourn?" The answer replied was of one voice "Yes". He then goes on asking us to do a bunch of other things like "What would you do if you were a cat, monkey, and king". Thinking that he was just kidding, we replied some rather stupid and brainless answers for him to write on the board. After it was done, he slamed the whiteboard and instantly the lights flickered off. (I was led to believe he whacked it so hard, the lights got affected, but it was merely one of his help switching off the lights at a rather marvelous timing). He yell to us something along the lines of "LIARS. You guys are all LIARS. 20 million sperms died in order to create you. 20 million sperms died to CREATE YOU! You say that you would mourn, well what about them! They sacrificed their life to create you into what you are now, but yet you are WASTING off your life by things like "lazy" or "cannot". You guys are FAILURES!" I must say at this point I cannot recall his whole speech, and seriously do not want to. He spoke angrily, emotionally, and probably was just his job into motivating us to study. I must say I felt quite emotional at that point of time, though i did not drop a tear, thinking it was illogical to cry over something as meaningless as sperms, where the male population can create 20 million more at just a picture of a hot babe. We then were dismissed for dinner, a solemn affair. After the dinner, we were presented with Ken, (The most well-liked lecturer in the whole course by many). I began to think that it was preplanned so that Ken would be able to remove the tears of our tear-stained faces before we go home, incase they were sued or somehting else, I would not know.
The 3rd day was slightly better. Well, not really. Ernest was with us the whole damn day, and were told to present ourselves if we could name all 30 words in sequence within 6 secs (to get $50) and 10 secs ( to get $10). Fiona, my dear friend, had been preparing her self to earn that $50 to spilt within the class, bless her soul. She went up the first time, did it flawlessly in 5 seconds, but Ernest just looked her in the eye "Gone.". She tried again, 3 times. "Gone. Gone. Gone". At this point in time, there were many protests flying in the air, as many people started to pay attention to the most dumbest form of scammage to be performed among 400+ students. Fiona went back dejectedly, but she instead comforted ME, saying "Its no use to be angry lah..". Few other students tried, but they all got 15 secs and above. Fiona went up to him 3 times, each time trying 4-5 times, and everytime he said "Gone.". When she went back to her seat, one of the minor helpers form the back went to her and asked her to repeat the words. When she did it flawlessly, the girl tried to explain (more like make an excuse) that Ernest was very particular about pronounciation, but I pointed out that you can't enunciate each word properly and get it below 6 seconds. She motioned Fiona to try again, and she did. He then yelled at us, saying that we were lying when we said we wanted to do better yesterday when he was yelling at us, and that we better come and try, 1 minute was given to remember it. Afterwhich many people tried, only to be turned away. Fiona tried again.
Fiona: *recites 30 words*
Ernest *looks at clock* ..15 seconds.
*Crowds start throwing abuse to him* "THAT WAS NOT 15 SECONDS YOU BASTARD"
*Ernest turns to help, complaining that her timer had a problem over the mic* His help appeared, and she murmured to him the reason. At this point I believed that he would lie and put the blame on the poor helper's phone stopwatch if not for a girl nearby who amplified the problem for the rest to hear "YOU DIDN'T PRESS THE RESET BUTTON LAH!!!!!".
He laughed bitterly and turned his back to face the crowd, probably regaining his composure and lost of shame. When he turned back, he started yelling to the crowd again. "Fiona came and tried countless of times. She actually got it the first time, and I said 'Gone'. "gone, gone, gone" This was to mean my MONEY was gone. So Fiona, I present to you your rightfully earned $50. *No applause, just waiting for him to explain* I want to ask, why weren't you the one who is in Fiona shoes, why did you merely cheered from your seat? YOU WILL NEVER SUCCEED IN LIFE WITH THAT ATTITUDE"
At this point of time, I lost the little amount of respect I held for him. From what I could make sense from my 'failure' brain, He made an obvious coverup story, and relinquished his $50 to prevent an uproar, as well as to cover up his foolish mistake.
I began to piece together the pieces that made this course 'a success'. (Again, these may not be totally true, its just my 'failure' of a brain's interpretation) He was the type of person that is very good at feigning emotions. He could feign his anger when he wanted to, and he could
probably squeeze out a tear when needbe. His lack of composure when he was found to have made a mistake, showed through his shallow character. He didn't care about us. He only cared about doing his job that he was paid Fifteen thousand dollars for, and if what he needed to do to earn that big amount of money was to yell, oh he would yell, hard and loud.
I do not call this success in life. I call it letting money rule you, wrap around you, and monopolise you into doing what it tells you to. I lost every single thread of respect for this man.
What he did after that emphasized everything that was going through my mind at that point.
*Pulls out $10 bill* "Who wants money? Who wants money? Who wants money?" < < style="font-weight: bold;">My personal opinion is that it is just wrong. I of course may be just a dumb student whom will 'see the error of my ways and realise in the future how much the course has help to make me into a successful ______, but at this moment I do not think this is right.
I don't know if I'm going to get in trouble for this, but if I'm told to take it down I will. Its to show how majorly irritated I am at him to the world. Peaceout.