It's actually the last day of school today can you believe it? Everything went by in a flash. If you asked me right now what I remember of this year, I can't answer because I STILL CANNOT BELIEVE I HAVE SURVIVED SEC 3 AND LIVED TO TELL THIS TALE. I mean, I don't think I've grown much as a person and nothing much has happened (or rather anything significantly life-changing) to make me mature more! -_-

Seriously I still feel like that lost kid who stupidly asked where the canteen was and stained her skirt on the first day and starved herself for 3 recesses because she was too nervous to buy food alone.

Results are fine, not that I was expecting much but I think I didn't take my studies seriously enough during the first part of the year until EOYs when it finally dawned on me that I've screwed up enough subjects and need to start mugging to prevent further flunking. It's kind of sad that I have to take prep test but it's for my own good yadayada so it's not that big a blow T.T

Still, when my ahma sees my report book I'll totally be like "Hah take that!" since she always thinks I Youtube too much (true but whtvr)  = guaranteed fail = repeat year = waste more of my father's money = wasting even more money since NY sch fees are so expensive. Such a terrible slippery-slope fellacy.

Speaking of retaining/repeating, B doesn't even seem to be repenting. Although it's his fault technically for failing everything he still thinks my parents don't have the right to be criticizing him. If you were retained, surely you would show a sense of panic or something instead of pretending everything's fine? He doesn't seem to understand that this time he's in the wrong for disappointing his parents and repeating isn't exactly the most glorious achievement for anyone. His attitude is like, Oh yeah whatever, big deal? Seriously, if I were to be retained, I think I would go nuts. The shame is fatal enough let alone the fear and embarrassment.

Last but definitely not least...

It's actually the last day of school today can you believe it? Everything went by in a flash. If you asked me right now what I remember of this year, I can't answer because I STILL CANNOT BELIEVE I HAVE SURVIVED SEC 3 AND LIVED TO TELL THIS TALE. I mean, I don't think I've grown much as a person and nothing much has happened (or rather anything significantly life-changing) to make me mature more! -_-

Seriously I still feel like that lost kid who stupidly asked where the canteen was and stained her skirt on the first day and starved herself for 3 recesses because she was too nervous to buy food alone.

Results are fine, not that I was expecting much but I think I didn't take my studies seriously enough during the first part of the year until EOYs when it finally dawned on me that I've screwed up enough subjects and need to start mugging to prevent further flunking. It's kind of sad that I have to take prep test but it's for my own good yadayada so it's not that big a blow T.T

Still, when my ahma sees my report book I'll totally be like "Hah take that!" since she always thinks I Youtube too much (true but whtvr)  = guaranteed fail = repeat year = waste more of my father's money = wasting even more money since NY sch fees are so expensive. Such a terrible slippery-slope fellacy.

Speaking of retaining/repeating, B doesn't even seem to be repenting. Although it's his fault technically for failing everything he still thinks my parents don't have the right to be criticizing him. If you were retained, surely you would show a sense of panic or something instead of pretending everything's fine? He doesn't seem to understand that this time he's in the wrong for disappointing his parents and repeating isn't exactly the most glorious achievement for anyone. His attitude is like, Oh yeah whatever, big deal? Seriously, if I were to be retained, I think I would go nuts. The shame is fatal enough let alone the fear and embarrassment.

Last but definitely not least...