A week of tests, a day or two of sorrow.

My first and last March Common Test in TJC ended 2 days ago. It wasn't that bad, although the MCTs I was accustomed to in Bedok View was A FKING BREEZE. I am certainly screwed for lit and I plan on skipping any econs lecture that has anything to do with the damned paper.

I suppose this would serve as a wake up call for me. Not that I did not want to study, but I was as motivated as that German Army Group when they surrendered in Stalingrad in 1942, not that my wonderful school life helped. And I am looking forward to my very first "U". In any case, I hope to learn and survive (and perhaps thrive). Time to hit the books and rape the answer schemes, I have exams to execute, tests to torture and closet muggers to cauterise...

Tomorrow, I shall dine in hell.

1st day of MCTs, the GP paper wasn't too bad, although the "Use your own words" questions are getting on my nerves (every single fking question has that fking phrase!!!). Expecting a double whammy tomorrow, econs is definitely screwed up, lacking in content and in skills, spotting is my best friend now. History's not too bad, but that fact that any decent essay I did needed 3+ hours of brainstorming just to plan out is not a very good sign.

It would not do any good for me to moan about not having studied eariler, at least this is the MCTs, I will have a bit more time to spare for the JCTs. I should have my work cut out for me by then. I hope so.

11 years, finally, its over.

Got my MT A'level results yesterday. A "D"! No more mother tongue for the rest of my life! :D

Considering how I almost failed my MT promos, I'm as happy as a guy with a $1000 escort (read "whore"). Imagine, struggling over the use of 10000 characters (although I should be able to remember only 500, tops) for most of my childhood. At least it's all over now.

Despite all the hell it has given me, I guess I have to thank the chinese language syllabus for many things, although making me appreciate the chinese language is not one of them.
Those wonderful teachers who had the patience to guide us uninterested anglophones through the numerous essays, comprehensions, tests and examinations that popped up like bouncing betties along this 11 year long journey to nowhere. The friends I've made in tuition classes and in school, when we felt that talking amongst ourselves (in Singlish) is more productive than deciphering any oriental hieroglyphics, by sight or sound. And not to forget the hilarious mistakes made, by accident or otherwise. Despite all these, I'm just glad I shall not have to study this not-so-despicable subject for the rest of my life.

With MT sorted out, I still have my PW results to take care of, and a few more pesky subjects to prepare for, damn...