CIVIL ENGINEERING CHAPTER INTRO

 

Editor : TofaRumman

"Chemistry, Last number, Gunyukol Jiraroj in the interview room."

Take a deep breath, and take a long deep breath. Take a deep breathe again and exhale ...

"Gunyukol."

Before I could breathe out, my name was yelled again. I can't faint here. I was so nervous that my eyes lacked any desire, but I had to tell myself everything would be fine. Soon it will pass smoothly.

"Shit ... Swadee. People have called you a few times. Are you waiting for a good day ?"

My friend's voice pulled me back from my mind after going crazy with myself for a long time. Since I am the last in the interview, I am pressured. What if other people answered all the easy questions, only I am unlucky, how do I know? Will the teacher kick my ass away? A lot of chaos in my mind. But this moment I can do nothing only faces it.

" Are you ready yet? Please prepare your mentality....." I turned to reply to the only friend who was waiting in front of the room. At that moment, the voice of the authority suddenly interrupted again.

"Is Gunyukol Jiraroj here ?"

"Sorry! Here I am." Standing up from my chair, I stride with a confident face. However, every part of the body trembled like its owner. Thinking about it even when I answered, my mouth didn't stop jerking.

Huh, calm down ... Calm down ...

"The last man in Chemistry, please sit down." After opening the door and entering the enclosed room that was colder than usual, the voice of one of the three lecturers waiting suddenly rang out.

I obediently did as required, placing a prepared portfolio on my lap before confidently making eye contact with all three. All were men. Not only that, still very young, like recently graduated. The two people on the left and right were wearing glasses, while the one in the middle was wearing a slanted striped tie, looking coolly different.

"Would you mind introducing a little bit of yourself to us?"

The first question is not difficult at all, hurry up, and do not let go.

"Hello, my name is Gunyukol Jiraroj."

Too short, isn't it?

It seems that the whole room suddenly fell into a deadly atmosphere because the teachers did not expect the self-introduction to end so quickly. Like ... Mum, what did those guys say? But thinking that this dreary introduction had the potential to get me kicked out of the faculty, I ended up hastily introducing myself a bit.

"Er ... My nickname is Gun, taken from the first 3 letters of my real name. In case you don't know, Gunyukol means two ears."

Damned!

Guess this is the end of my life.

"The name has great meaning. Our faculty students, everyone has a personality. What was the name of the interviewee last year?" It seems that the teachers were discussing with each other very actively. Because of that, I had time to breathe a sigh of relief because the atmosphere wasn't as tense as I thought it would be.

"Ah, Anon right ?"

"That's right. Anon means a person without debt."

I kept thinking that the meaning of my name was strange. Who said this !! Anon's name was weirder than me. Incredibly proud when I am not the only one to bear this bitterness. Wipe the tears.

"Ok. What subject do you like best ?" After reminiscing about the past of students participating in the interview exam last year, the second question shot me in the chest.

"I ... don't particularly like something."

"So why you choose to study Chemical Engineering?"

"Because my point is enough to study here."

Frustration ...

I feel like I just missed a step or something and I accidentally stepped on the trap set right in front of me. Stupid enough that I don't know how to find words to yell at myself. That's because when people are nervous, they forget words, speak without thinking. Saying to clear it up quickly, your mind will be empty, so leave the atmosphere of death for a while until the teacher starts a new question.

"Did your friends also enter in this faculty ?"

"Yes." Feeling better when he smiles. "But my friends are all studying different subjects. I'm the only one who studies Chemistry."

"If you don't have friends, can you adapt to the faculty ?"

"You can always adapt to the environment and new friends." Are you saying this is a person or a chameleon?

"Very good."

Ngoi. He smiled more brightly than before.

"Thanks."

"Here is our faculty tradition. We'll let you try a chemistry lesson." After saying that, the person in front of him without delay handed over a piece of paper with the sentence already written. This obviously is to test us.

"You want me to do it ?"

"Right."

"Right now ?"

"Exactly."

"So what if I can't ?"

"Our side will look."

Ho ~

Tears flowed down in my heart. Please don't make your new kid's heart hurt like that.

That's right. I joined this faculty because I was following P'Choi, P'Ot. If I knew I had bad karma I wouldn't have joined. Now my new life encountered the most fatal problems over and over again.

What is this question? I don't know anything. I don't even know where to start but I can only pick up the pencil next to it and then write my name on it, accompanied by a sob. But it wasn't long before he stopped me.

"Can you do this ?"

"No. I just have to do it. You told me if I can't answer, then just do it first." Huu ... What did you actually want to test if I can do it? I am an idiot.

But just after answering the sentence, the teachers looked at each other and laughed. I'm going to cry alone. You're a jerk. The world is cruel now with such a small heart.

"Ok. I have seen your work. This freshman article has not yet been explored in depth. We just wanted to test your improvisation ability."

By now, the improvisation score is zero.

"Where is it? What do you have in the portfolio please show us." A little more relieved, but still a bit afraid to see the teacher's smile.

"Here." Without delay, I immediately put my portfolio in front of me.

"Would you mind telling us what your strengths are?"

"I am a happy person, easy to get along with my friends, I am everyone's darling."

"Let's talk about the activity."

"Well, I used to take science exams and then act as well." Then the teachers opened every page of the portfolio to look intently before stopping at the certificates of merit and photos of the plays that I played at school.

"Well done. What role were you playing ?"

"Playing the role of a dog."

I could feel the older person trying his best not to laugh. What is that?

"Very good."

The portfolio was flipped page-by-page to the very last page, then switched to viewing the opinion form that had just been distributed in front of the room before the interview. I have filled it all out already, but there is probably one problem that makes the reader frown.

"In the opinion form, you wrote that if you pass the interview round, you want a roommate who would be able to sleep with the light on. Is this a joke or is it serious ?"

"Serious."

Then he did not ask any more questions, just fill in some information on his iPad, then gave me my portfolio and said briefly

"Be the last in the industry. Welcome to the Faculty of Engineering."

"Did I pass ?"

"If there are no problems. But just wait for the faculty to announce the results again."

"Thanks."

I stood up, grinning in tears at the other person before turning to walk out of the room like a winner in the end. My best friend waited outside for a while. He asked excitedly as soon as I appeared.

"Gun, how's it going ?"

"Geez, easy."

"You mean you get easy questions ?"

"Too easy, easy as porridge."

Changing the scene to the interview room, almost tears flowed into the stream as he began to try the test.

My friend and I passed the entrance area while waiting, now filled with interviewers from other departments who were waiting. So, we pulled each other to another road to avoid the crowd, in our heart praying for the luck not to be broken like me.

"Next order. It's Civil. If I call someone's name, that person will hurry to the interview room. The first one ..."

"..."

"Em Yotha * Thanawan Yotha."

(*) Yotha in Thai means Civil.

[End of intro]