The Bar
To be honest... I don't feel as much for the Bar Exam. Granted it's incredibly stressful and the stakes are high, but the thought of 'this is The Exam' hasn't really sunken in. Anyway, as ever I don't feel prepared enough - as I am wont to feel. Sticking tabs everywhere on my notes (THANKS, HANNALHPIS), having dinner with Winston, talking to my mom (who has, incidentally, just returned from Bali ['the toilet has no roof, so in the morning you can hear the birds chirping. Your aunt was too scared to pee at 3pm in the afternoon']), using the ever-reliable 'aiya 2 hours can write how much' comfort motto, made everything slightly better.
In other news... my kids from LH have done pretty well. BY scored 267 and made it into RI :'D while CYX and KC did pretty okay too. A miracle occurred when YJH made it into the Express stream. It feels strange that I will probably never meet them again, that these kids will probably grow up and not be friends with each other, that I will be a caricature of a person in their minds, lines thickening, shape simplifying, detail fading as they will be for me. I won't be thinking about them as I slog through another day's work, nor they of me as they deal with adolescence, which is pretty chilling. I suppose life is about moving on and it's normal to feel weirded out by change (#oxymoron) because we can't control it. But I like to think that there are things we can control and keep the same. So as always, because I am governed by custom, even though the vicissitudes of drag us along at speeds too high for comfort, we try our best and say screw you, Nettleship v Weston, because my incompetent best is enough.
In other news... my kids from LH have done pretty well. BY scored 267 and made it into RI :'D while CYX and KC did pretty okay too. A miracle occurred when YJH made it into the Express stream. It feels strange that I will probably never meet them again, that these kids will probably grow up and not be friends with each other, that I will be a caricature of a person in their minds, lines thickening, shape simplifying, detail fading as they will be for me. I won't be thinking about them as I slog through another day's work, nor they of me as they deal with adolescence, which is pretty chilling. I suppose life is about moving on and it's normal to feel weirded out by change (#oxymoron) because we can't control it. But I like to think that there are things we can control and keep the same. So as always, because I am governed by custom, even though the vicissitudes of drag us along at speeds too high for comfort, we try our best and say screw you, Nettleship v Weston, because my incompetent best is enough.