Hi. I know I haven’t blogged since the weekend of my birthday. If I were to say that I didn’t have the time to, I suppose you’ll just take it as an excuse. Because frankly speaking, it is. Okay, I don’t really want to go down that road, it’s all over now.
What happened this morning was probably the scariest shit I’ve been through all these years. Thinking about it still makes me shudder.
Today is the first time I’ve come into contact with GCE O Levels as a year four secondary school student. I am telling you, it’s scary as hell. Basically, to explain what’s going on quickly, I’ll just briefly talk about it. It’s like a tradition for year four students to take their Mother Tongue O’s written paper during June. And for students nationwide, we took our mother tongue papers today.
The paper was so damn fucking difficult, I didn’t even know what to write when I was sitting there in the hall.
Right now, I don’t even know how I’m going to sit for all my other papers at the end of the year. Yes, I am starting to feel the stress now. And y’know what? Right now, after taking the mother tongue paper, I’ve decided that I cannot drop my double pure science to combined science. I probably wouldn’t even have enough subjects if I do that.
I take this a sign that O’s is not going to be as easy as everybody tells us. And right now, I’m going to work my ass off to earn all the other A’s!