Today was Chem Paper 3, and yesterday was GP, the day before was Math Paper 1.
I've always regarded examinations as a trivial thing, cause i mean, it doesn't ultimately determine your future.
Right?
RIGHT?
But i've noticed a pattern throughout my twelve years of education.
It's always -
Step One: try to chiong as much as possible.
Step Two: Take a deep breath and walk into the exam hall and "do your best".
Step Three: Enjoy life.
Step Four: Get back results and - Cry.
ALWAYS.
PSLE, 247 - CRY.
O Levels was fine, i got what i wanted.
But i cried when i got the posting (It wasn't cause of me, it was cause of Bryan, cause he couldn't get into SA)
Now im sleepless, im tired, and im sick of studying.
Because gut feeling tells me, i screwed up GP and i fraked Chem up.
My gut feeling has always proven to be wrong (time and again my instincts fail me), but now, i'm not so sure whether or not im right.
I hope im wrong.
Im so scared that i cant get rid of all my papers.
Those vile excuses of trees are burying me alive and i literally have to BURROW my way through them.
My greatest fear: Having to retake this damn exam.
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