Wednesday, September 23, 2009
I really do love Lit.
I suppose almost everyone who took pure humans (with exception of Geog & maybe C.Lit) must have some affinity towards the subject; considering it wouldn’t be worth all the hassle if there no interest in the subject.
And all the while, I thought it was an incredibly humongous mistake taking Lit because I never ever got a distinction in it; despite how much effort and interest I had in that particular subject. And now, finally, I got my FIRST A. Which is super cool.
Of course, I surmise the reason I probably got an A this time, as opposed to the 99999 billion times I didn’t was because I actually finished my paper on time. And I managed to do that because I was superlatively calm before the exam, having felt that I had no hope anyway and it didn’t matter what grade I got.
And this is what I get.
On the other hand, when I fretted and worried and tore my hair out about Lit, practically chewing on my fingernails; as I stare unblinkingly at the green sheet in front of me, trying to see through the words beneath it--- I do badly.
Sheesh.
Oh yeah, Lit class was as (ever) amusing as usual today. Mr. Cheng was trying to say how poets/authors did every sentence deliberately as the story they write about takes place in a fictional world constructed by their imagination, and thus each event is significant and not coincidental. Then he drew comparison to the poems we wrote and said that all we wrote in the midst of our teenage angst was shit. He said something like “I am very angry today. I feel like shit. I have this deep burning anger, like shit. “ and he ended of with “Then your poem is also like shit.”
And oh, summary was CRAP. Everyone I knew who usually did well for summary died with me. But I guess I should be grateful she marked summary, the English component with the least marks. Otherwise I might just do badly for English - yet AGAIN. And I didn’t want to ask for marks although one or two of my points were valid because I didn’t want to go through the whole situational writing thing again when she failed me for my English and bullied me later when I asked her about it. Which reminds me, my summary language marks was an awe-inspiring 6, the record low I have ever gotten; but an improvement from the fail she game me the last time.
Ask me how to spell bullshit someday, will you?
5:35 PM
