woooo wooooo~
It is 11:21am on a Monday (2 July, to be exact) and I am excruciating bored (to the point at which I had to google to find something interesting to do and in case you were wondering, no, I did not find anything to do).
Well I suppose JC life is going decently. Mid years ended last friday (feels like it was an entire month ago tbh) and I think it went... alright? I suppose I'm going to get shot for that comment why are you so arrogant huh you think you so smart issit okay lah you good lah but frankly I'm not even expecting much from myself for these papers anyway. I don't know about you guys if anyone actually reads this anyway, but I've always thought that before the absolute grades and moderations and bell curves and rank points and all that shit, it's far more important to end up with a score I'm satisfied with, that I know I deserved. I mean, if I put no effort into a math test and I fail it, (which, by the way, did happen for my first math lecture test) I could deal with it. Okay, I lied. It was honestly rather depressing but at least it put me in my place. I expected it, and so it wasn't a total surprise. The crux of the issue is that I feel that the effort I put in should translate into a grade that I can look at and say "oh, I saw that coming" of course it would be great if I do better than expected but frankly WHAT ARE THE CHANCES
And on that extremely random note, I shall close this pointless blog post and go add more posts to my already ready-to-explode tumblr queue.
To a better future ahead.