the cost of non-courage

forensics lecture was informative and interesting yesterday.
i just realised the prof was actually taller than me!
and it was a she, not a he from some angmoh country!
amazed.
for the 1st half she took the seat beside me, all the way near the back of the lt.
i had to admit i had the jitters.
for the whole lect i simply concentrated on my own notes.
scribling furiously from time to time.
then the next half just got more interesting.
it was on crime scene management.

as usual, names were called and questions asked.
and in the end, the lecturer gave up, and decided to have volunteers.
and she asked a simple question.
i knew it, but i kept quiet.
the first attempt gave the wrong ans.
then 2nd gave the right one, which was identical to what i had in mind.
but.
what is the use of being right?
when you dun have the courage to fight for it?
in the end,
the wrong ans and the right ans both got a prize
and a positive mark.
well done.

moral of the story,
it doesn't matter whether you are right or wrong,
is how you fight for your case, however wrong you are.
when you win it, then you are it.
and ppl will go along with ya.
who cares if you were right all along.
ppl will still douse you with their foolish waters.