Enough about the bad stuff.
I will redo my disgusting Econs essay after I finish this.
It sounds entirely stupid for just one paper to screw my whole day up. I could have exited class halfway to calm myself down but I refused to, in case I missed out stuff or worse still, didn't actually calm down. Escaped to consult area during the short break thereafter and calmed down a little bit, but became totally wrecked again for the first half hour of Math test. Thankfully I sort of recovered, reeling back. Arts appreciation part of CT session did provide a little light-hearted entertainment that was like a short-term remedy.
But I think the real blessing today (even if it didn't make me stop wanting to cry) was fac meeting.
First of all, I am so glad the teachers decided not to talk about grades. And even when they did, they talked about...well, real stuff. Painful stuff, but real stuff. And I really empathised; really. And they empathised with us too. I definitely didn't need any lecture on grades at that state then, and I am so glad the teachers didn't jump into one.
And then the teachers came up with a wonderful thing to do for the last CT session: letting us write notes for fellow classmates ala last day of Council camp (the time capsule thingum, except that we don't keep ours for a year). So we took the liberty to write weird notes to some people...I know I got quite a few -_- But this is one of those things that remind me of the people who will always be around me even when I'm down and out, and they did write things that proved so. The teachers wanted us to do this to encourage each other. And even though I'm still pretty darn upset about Econs, knowing that 62 is there is...comforting.
PTL. Even in the darkest hour, through the sorrow and the pain.
Right now, I need to pick myself up. I must stop questioning, if not I will be a hypocrite of a motivator for others. It sounds stupid to resist now, but if anything, I'm not going down without a fight. It's all or nothing, do or die. I just need to push myself much, much harder.
It sounds entirely stupid for just one paper to screw my whole day up. I could have exited class halfway to calm myself down but I refused to, in case I missed out stuff or worse still, didn't actually calm down. Escaped to consult area during the short break thereafter and calmed down a little bit, but became totally wrecked again for the first half hour of Math test. Thankfully I sort of recovered, reeling back. Arts appreciation part of CT session did provide a little light-hearted entertainment that was like a short-term remedy.
But I think the real blessing today (even if it didn't make me stop wanting to cry) was fac meeting.
First of all, I am so glad the teachers decided not to talk about grades. And even when they did, they talked about...well, real stuff. Painful stuff, but real stuff. And I really empathised; really. And they empathised with us too. I definitely didn't need any lecture on grades at that state then, and I am so glad the teachers didn't jump into one.
And then the teachers came up with a wonderful thing to do for the last CT session: letting us write notes for fellow classmates ala last day of Council camp (the time capsule thingum, except that we don't keep ours for a year). So we took the liberty to write weird notes to some people...I know I got quite a few -_- But this is one of those things that remind me of the people who will always be around me even when I'm down and out, and they did write things that proved so. The teachers wanted us to do this to encourage each other. And even though I'm still pretty darn upset about Econs, knowing that 62 is there is...comforting.
PTL. Even in the darkest hour, through the sorrow and the pain.
Right now, I need to pick myself up. I must stop questioning, if not I will be a hypocrite of a motivator for others. It sounds stupid to resist now, but if anything, I'm not going down without a fight. It's all or nothing, do or die. I just need to push myself much, much harder.