Live high, live mighty
So it's been four days since the big As ended - guess this calls for the mandatory post-As update.
It has been Very Liberating. Not to say that every day's been spectacularly mind-blowing just because twelve painfully long years of Singapore education has skidded to a close - it feels like any other post-exam break, really. Perhaps it's still slowly sinking in, especially as I start clearing up my pig sty of a house (not only the room - the mess extends to every available space. I am queen of the house when As are around) and I realize, with a tinge of wistfulness, that I'm never going to touch my notes again. Filing them nicely and putting them away once and for all. In some senses it's THANK GOD I NEVER HAVE TO DO ECONOMICS. EVER. AGAIN. But in other senses, it's Darn, I quite liked studying SEAhist even if it never liked me back. But it's alright, I can deal with one-way relationships.
It's also Wait, did I just complete my As? Admittedly I lost steam somewhere during the first week of exams, which is Highly Disappointing although you've known all along that you aren't exactly the best example of a last-minute-crammer. Halfway I got sick of studying and just wanted to get the whole damn thing over and done with...which may not have been the best attitude to have. And when the supposedly most demanding exam of your eighteen years is over and done with, you begin to fear for your rather mediocre scripts and whether what you wrote (with or without thinking) in those 2-3 hours was sufficient to secure an A. Like Andrea said, I fear mediocrity - the feeling of being somewhere in between but never outstanding yet never poor. Where does it get you - I have no idea. Bell curve or not (over-dependence on the stupid curve honestly only reflects a degree of baseless arrogance imo but I am also guilty as charged).
But for now, wtv. God has been very gracious, and I will not think about anything to do with the As till next feb/march.
For now, cycling 30-oddkm and playing beach soccer on two consecutive days under the 10am-1/2pm sun has killed my skin cells and I am a yummy black chicken. I am also well-vaccinated against hini, so come all you fat swines consume me if you dare. I also need to decide what I want to do with the coming 9 months of absolutely no structure.
It has been Very Liberating. Not to say that every day's been spectacularly mind-blowing just because twelve painfully long years of Singapore education has skidded to a close - it feels like any other post-exam break, really. Perhaps it's still slowly sinking in, especially as I start clearing up my pig sty of a house (not only the room - the mess extends to every available space. I am queen of the house when As are around) and I realize, with a tinge of wistfulness, that I'm never going to touch my notes again. Filing them nicely and putting them away once and for all. In some senses it's THANK GOD I NEVER HAVE TO DO ECONOMICS. EVER. AGAIN. But in other senses, it's Darn, I quite liked studying SEAhist even if it never liked me back. But it's alright, I can deal with one-way relationships.
It's also Wait, did I just complete my As? Admittedly I lost steam somewhere during the first week of exams, which is Highly Disappointing although you've known all along that you aren't exactly the best example of a last-minute-crammer. Halfway I got sick of studying and just wanted to get the whole damn thing over and done with...which may not have been the best attitude to have. And when the supposedly most demanding exam of your eighteen years is over and done with, you begin to fear for your rather mediocre scripts and whether what you wrote (with or without thinking) in those 2-3 hours was sufficient to secure an A. Like Andrea said, I fear mediocrity - the feeling of being somewhere in between but never outstanding yet never poor. Where does it get you - I have no idea. Bell curve or not (over-dependence on the stupid curve honestly only reflects a degree of baseless arrogance imo but I am also guilty as charged).
But for now, wtv. God has been very gracious, and I will not think about anything to do with the As till next feb/march.
For now, cycling 30-oddkm and playing beach soccer on two consecutive days under the 10am-1/2pm sun has killed my skin cells and I am a yummy black chicken. I am also well-vaccinated against hini, so come all you fat swines consume me if you dare. I also need to decide what I want to do with the coming 9 months of absolutely no structure.