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Okay, so I failed my steeplechase. I didn't even pass the 50% mark, much less the 70% mark which is the actual passing grade. I don't really know what to make of it because it is a really really bad mark but at the same time I know I wasn't prepared for it; I just didn't think I was THAT unprepared. Sigh.
But yes, God's grace has been so evident to me in the taking of my mocks. If I hadn't read what I did read the morning of my papers, I would have handed in blank scripts for my anatomy and biochemistry essays.
People around me are starting to miss home and starting to wonder what they are doing in Cambridge. This time more intense than the previous time we left the comforts of Singapore. I am doing okay. It doesn't come as a surprise, but it does make me wonder why I don't miss home the way the others do. It isn't the same as the reasons for why I wanted to get out of Singapore the last time round; I can't quite put my finger on it.
It's Lent.
But yes, God's grace has been so evident to me in the taking of my mocks. If I hadn't read what I did read the morning of my papers, I would have handed in blank scripts for my anatomy and biochemistry essays.
People around me are starting to miss home and starting to wonder what they are doing in Cambridge. This time more intense than the previous time we left the comforts of Singapore. I am doing okay. It doesn't come as a surprise, but it does make me wonder why I don't miss home the way the others do. It isn't the same as the reasons for why I wanted to get out of Singapore the last time round; I can't quite put my finger on it.
It's Lent.