Creative Writing: English Morphology

With great effort, Pete hauled himself up from his sleep. He looked blearily at the clock next to his bed; after trying to make out the time through his gummy eyes and with what little rays of light his thick curtains allowed into his room, he gave up and fumbled for his cellphone. He winced as the bright backlight flared... shit it’s 9.13am If he’s lucky, he’ll be able to make it in time for English Morphology at 10.00.
He scrambled out of bed, running out to the hallway fifteen minutes later to find his brother at the dinner table having breakfast.
“Phil, what the hell are you still doing here? Don’t you have class today?" he asked. His brother Philip glanced up at him from breakfast. He was dressed in his running clothes and covered in

Not so much with the place, no; University Malaya is apparently not a place to be very proud of these days, what with the constant clashing between the activist kaki students and the censor-happy university heads – but he is happy nonetheless.
Peter Teng Yifung has always wanted to be an English teacher. Perhaps ‘always’ should be defined as ‘since he was eighteen’, but it feels like always. It feels like he is now doing what he was meant to do. It is his fate. His destiny. It is his raison d’etre and no, he is not sorry for using that cliched thing. “Raison d’etre,” he says, and feels cool, like he should be wearing a beret when he says it like one of those French writers, or a poet like A Samad Said (he looks like Jesus now, but he must have worn a beret sometime in his life, right?).
It is his third month into his first year of his TESL degree, and no matter what the newspapers say about University Malaya, he feels that he is, here and now, in the heart of Malaysian literature. It’s a historic institution, after all, the birthplace of many acclaimed writers and artists before him. He’s a bloody sasterawan is, what he is. He’ll be a teacher and a sasterawan, motherfucker. And though he won’t actually say it out loud, (but just might if you stroke his ego well enough) he knows in his heart that he is going to be a future cornerstone of Malaysian