Thursday, August 27, 2009
Whoever it was who told me that compo didn't need practice needs a solid whack on the head.
For one thing, I have noticed I recently lost the ability to write semi-coherently. My thoughts are in a constant jumble, a vortex of disorganised fragments that just didn't seem to want to make sense. I'm starting to be able to construct more sentences in Malay legibly than my "native English", probably considering that I have been constantly been drilled to writing lengthy dreary essays in Malay. I think my English deteriorated quite badly in recent days; a fact brought into the light by my lovely English Paper 2 essay of which I’m pretty sure is excruciating for the examiner to read. And I’m not just talking about my handwriting.
And how do I know this?
Because I probably flunked compo. And I'm not joking.
Look, for paper 1, the part on situational writing, I actually wrote one and a quarter page long. Which is EXTREMELY SHORT. And the thing is, I only wrote three points, whereas everybody and their grandmother complied ALL the points and squashed them into one tiny essay. No surprise I guess, considering my lack of common sense. And I spent so much time trying to write for the second question it probably didn't make sense at all.
It was about gratitude and I wrote about this stoic little boy who didn't show any emotion. And when he was adopted by this lady he finally did.
I mean, what the crap!? I really should have brushed up on my writing, written a few paragraphs or strung a few phrases together in preparation for compo. But being the arrogant stupidhead I was, I didn't. So yay me.
And EMaths was horrible as well. Because when Mr. Lee changed the question for the coordinate geo I already did it, so I didn't pay much attention and just changed a few values here and there - completely NEGLECTING the fact that point D was on the x-axis.
AMATHS WAS SO HORRIBLE I REALLY DON'T EVEN WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
I would go on and on about every single subject but it'll take too long and too much emotional patience for me to bear.
If you take a peek at other students’ blogs, you realise that most of our lives is centralised around education. Homework, tests, naggy teachers and the like.
It’s as if we know nothing else.
I hear the guitar strings
Of all the songs we used to sing
Of all the dreams our memories bring
And the way words ling-
er on
your lips
I'm missing you
8:53 PM
