A month. That's a month without logging into my blog here. But my excuses are sound(whose excuses arent?): it is my MYE exam results. My horrible, extremely horrible, excruciating Mid Years Examination result. I failed a subject. A failure, that is, my exams and me. My resolution in my first post of my blog (it has been 67 posts since then), was to score straight As'.
Bleh. ****. Rats. And all the other four letter words ever existed that might convey a sense of shame. I did not study a single bit. Not a week, not a day. A couple of hours, maybe. I seem to be sinking back, arm in arm with my old friend, "Last minute studying".
My results are a mixture of Bs' and Cs' with one fail thrown into the mix. As my teacher might note, "Seetoh, your chemistry results are absolutely disgusting."
Devastated would be an understatement. In fact, it would be an understatement to call it an understatement.
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A picture speaks a thousand words, so here's four smileys. I would add more, except that I wouldnt be able to stop. As a matter of fact, I just wanted to type one more in. I digress again. It stands to show one more resolution made is one more resolution failed. I guess I am just not resolute enough. I dread to think about my parents at the Parent-Teacher Meeting, where my form teacher will break the news(yes, that's right- my esteemed parents have no knowledge of my travesty of my results) I better prepare a defillibrator for my dad and an oxygen mask for my mum. Just 2 months ago, my parents put on the table all kinds of threats- if I dont achieve 4 A1. That's what they asked.
4A1. I spent the next two hours haggling. First of all, I told them there were no such grades as A1s' in JC.
"There's no A1s' in JC, Mum!"
"Shut up, boy. 75% is an A1. JC and Secondary School are next to each other. Are you telling me you will just aim at a A2?"
-Speechless-
Next, I bargained with the 4A1s'.
"Mom, fine. Bs'. All Bs'. JC life is new to me. Give me the time to adapt. I will give you the As'...sorry...A1s' during the End Of Years Examinations."
"Nice try, sonny. Make sense though, so this is the only time I will cut you loose. 3A1s'. I expect to see that 4A1s' during your EOY though."
-Open-mouthed-
Enough of that. I guess I will reaped what I sowed during the PTM. (I left my last will and testaments in my second drawer, third compartment)
Anyone read "Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother"? With the strict parenting style by Amy Chua? And her poor daughter, Sophia?
You get off too easy, Sophia.
