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Look, it's a toy plush parrot! (Wednesday, August 12, 2009)
I almost did not wake up in time to ring the bell for the bus stop on the journey home today, but I did. We finally did a real practical in Physics today; PE was normal, doing softball module as usual; more dance prac for the Sec 1s during recess (perf in a few days!); Malay was zeros to thousands in the Malay language; LA was a combined class with other classes, about poetry module, class was dominated by Dr. Carey; Assembly was the finals of the Sec 2 math & science competition, where some students demonstrated their incredibly quick thinking and intelligence. I did not bother to think for the math questions because even if you give me 30 hours, I still wouldn’t know how to do it, or even come close to solving it. The science questions were really more about general knowledge. Yesterday the math papers were returned to us and I got the highest mark I ever got, which is equivalent to the lowest mark some people have ever got, or even, never gotten. I know I usually think that in education, marks are most important. And don’t go “the learning process is the most important, don’t compare with others” because it’s marks that reflect how much you’ve learnt. Who is one to say how much you’ve learnt? Only marks can. Oh but I am going off point. The point is that I am throwing away this unhealthy mindset for the time being for Math BT2 because HALLEJUAH! I don’t care if people cry when they get this mark because I am throwing away any comparisons/peer-influences. Borderline A1 is further than I've ever set my goals for. Mrs Wong said a mark like mine is nothing to be proud of but I DON'T CARE MANZXZXZ. I just hope EOY I can scrape a B4 and then woo, I might just pass math for once in my NY life! Oh the thought of passing math thrills me. Tomorrow will be a sad, sad, sad day. Chinese papers will be returned, our class did not do well at all, according to LIUlaoshi. And I know I’m at the slightly-lower-than-average standard, so if the majority did badly, I probably went and flunked the whole thing. Every time I think about the horrible BT2, there’s like this little light in me that gets snuffed out, or maybe someone poured a tub of ice water on it, and it fizzles and goes out. Occasionally the light flickers back and for a moment it glows steadily, then it sizzles and poof! It is dead. Hey, the last sentence is like the ‘twist’ of a poem. I probably should get a head start on the poetry module, no? The light is snuffed out, Buckets of ice poured on it. It flickers back, steady now, Poof! It is dead. Need poems necessarily rhyme? Edit @ 2058:For some reason, I feel afraid for tmr, purely because we're getting Chinese papers back. I usually know it when I do badly so this spells trouble, ugh. |