is there a logarithm for love
:)
The final midyear report came back today (the school really is efficient. /sarcasm) and my GPA took another nosedive. Marks for the math performance task was moderated and therefore I believe the entire 311's math pt marks went down. Strangely I am not disturbed by it :) Did well for the last math test (although the percentage is quite negligible) and am motivated to STUDY. Okay this really has to end blah.
After six months I've assimilated into my class! 311 culture. Last year when us 204ers spent half our lives in D-416, we mentally, subconsciously, made a list of all the things we never wanted a class to be. 311 was a lot of these negative things, and I really resented 311. But change imposes itself onto people. I have to admit I probably can't survive or fit in anywhere except 311. It is competitive, most of the people (except me!) in 311 are damn good and talented at something, and I suppose I never really fitted in initially when our old class was warm and friendly and less-intent on grades and results.
A few days ago I spent a long time thinking - if I had this opportunity to return to 204, relive the year, start a new year, with the same people, would I? Maybe I would still say yes; I don't know. (It's difficult to resist the offer, if there is one.) But if I return to 204 I won't be the same person. But we wouldn't be the same people because change happens. We remember the past not only because of what happened, but also when it happened.
Um, the title? Let's just say ingredients include one phonecall lasting twenty minutes, three instant messages, a broken burette in Laboratory 1, math worksheets, a very overdue physics assignment, a ridiculous literature seminar, three dollars and ten cents, one soda pop, a single train ride, some creamy chocolate, a wilting rose, a math test, a chewed pencil, two overdue research minutes, a dysfunctional camera, three-am nights, old photographs, and.. who knows. These are only the tangible.
The final midyear report came back today (the school really is efficient. /sarcasm) and my GPA took another nosedive. Marks for the math performance task was moderated and therefore I believe the entire 311's math pt marks went down. Strangely I am not disturbed by it :) Did well for the last math test (although the percentage is quite negligible) and am motivated to STUDY. Okay this really has to end blah.
After six months I've assimilated into my class! 311 culture. Last year when us 204ers spent half our lives in D-416, we mentally, subconsciously, made a list of all the things we never wanted a class to be. 311 was a lot of these negative things, and I really resented 311. But change imposes itself onto people. I have to admit I probably can't survive or fit in anywhere except 311. It is competitive, most of the people (except me!) in 311 are damn good and talented at something, and I suppose I never really fitted in initially when our old class was warm and friendly and less-intent on grades and results.
A few days ago I spent a long time thinking - if I had this opportunity to return to 204, relive the year, start a new year, with the same people, would I? Maybe I would still say yes; I don't know. (It's difficult to resist the offer, if there is one.) But if I return to 204 I won't be the same person. But we wouldn't be the same people because change happens. We remember the past not only because of what happened, but also when it happened.
Um, the title? Let's just say ingredients include one phonecall lasting twenty minutes, three instant messages, a broken burette in Laboratory 1, math worksheets, a very overdue physics assignment, a ridiculous literature seminar, three dollars and ten cents, one soda pop, a single train ride, some creamy chocolate, a wilting rose, a math test, a chewed pencil, two overdue research minutes, a dysfunctional camera, three-am nights, old photographs, and.. who knows. These are only the tangible.