Final results: 2nd upper
I really was looking forward to the release of this semester's examination results on Friday morning. Admittedly, I did not work as hard this semester because of the cross-faculty modules that I did not enjoy.
Overall I did pretty alright. I am glad I did well for my three level 4000 modules, but the cross-fac modules were abysmal. Still, getting 2A and 4B+ brings my total CAP up a little higher to allow me to graduate with a second class honours (upper).
Muck and Jac both did exceedingly well this semester! I am so proud of them both because they really picked it up in the past year and were able to score above 4 points in the last two semesters.
Alas, when it comes to my parents, it is never good enough. When I told my mum I did not do as well as I expected, she said, "Who ask you didn't work hard enough." Last night, my dad came to tell me that he'd heard I've gotten a second upper class honours. I thought he was going to tell me that I'd done well, but instead he said, "Why not first class? You didn't study?" After all these years, I still can't earn any praise from them. The heartache is immense.
It is not that they have high expectations; they just do not understand what all these means. They do not know the amount of work that I've put in over the years. They do not know that first class honours in business is not easy. They do not understand that their son yearns some encouragement, if even for once in this lifetime.
Sometimes is never quite enough
If you're flawless, then you'll win my love
Don't forget to win first place
Don't forget to keep that smile on your face
Be a good boy
Try a little harder
You've got to measure up
And make me prouder
How long before you screw it up
How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up
With everything I do for you
The least you can do is keep quiet
Be a good girl
You've gotta try a little harder
That simply wasn't good enough
To make us proud
I'll live through you
I'll make you what I never was
If you're the best, then maybe so am I
Compared to him compared to her
I'm doing this for your own damn good
You'll make up for what I blew
What's the problem...why are you crying
Be a good boy
Push a little farther now
That wasn't fast enough
To make us happy
We'll love you just the way you are
If you're perfect
Overall I did pretty alright. I am glad I did well for my three level 4000 modules, but the cross-fac modules were abysmal. Still, getting 2A and 4B+ brings my total CAP up a little higher to allow me to graduate with a second class honours (upper).
Muck and Jac both did exceedingly well this semester! I am so proud of them both because they really picked it up in the past year and were able to score above 4 points in the last two semesters.
Alas, when it comes to my parents, it is never good enough. When I told my mum I did not do as well as I expected, she said, "Who ask you didn't work hard enough." Last night, my dad came to tell me that he'd heard I've gotten a second upper class honours. I thought he was going to tell me that I'd done well, but instead he said, "Why not first class? You didn't study?" After all these years, I still can't earn any praise from them. The heartache is immense.
It is not that they have high expectations; they just do not understand what all these means. They do not know the amount of work that I've put in over the years. They do not know that first class honours in business is not easy. They do not understand that their son yearns some encouragement, if even for once in this lifetime.
Sometimes is never quite enough
If you're flawless, then you'll win my love
Don't forget to win first place
Don't forget to keep that smile on your face
Be a good boy
Try a little harder
You've got to measure up
And make me prouder
How long before you screw it up
How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up
With everything I do for you
The least you can do is keep quiet
Be a good girl
You've gotta try a little harder
That simply wasn't good enough
To make us proud
I'll live through you
I'll make you what I never was
If you're the best, then maybe so am I
Compared to him compared to her
I'm doing this for your own damn good
You'll make up for what I blew
What's the problem...why are you crying
Be a good boy
Push a little farther now
That wasn't fast enough
To make us happy
We'll love you just the way you are
If you're perfect