OnE SuCcEsS, OnE FaIlUrE and TwO SlAcK DaYs by .:ning:.
I look back on two awesome school days that are first-class in terms of just what I go to school forrrr. (Much more sensible then Busted's reasons, I'm sure.) What happened? What happened?? Just a little bit of this and that... although it partly does add up to the fact that I'll probably be unable to update this blog so regularly anymore. Live and learn...
Tuesday morning - sitting slouching sleepily in the canteen as usual when Jie Qi spotted my name on that school-announcement-message TV thingie and to my utmost surprise, there you have it, I got into CAP, to be held in November this year.
AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! *Mental cartwheels*
So after all the creative juices, brainlocks, consecutive rejections and uncertainty, I MADE IT. What I write does count for something. And I thank God for that obstinate, semi-violent streak that overshadowed pride this one time and won. Now I just want go back to SC and thank my English teacher who never thought my ideas were stupid.
The day was, unsurprisingly, ridden void of Mr. Loh's lessons and my never-miss-an-opportunity-to-indulge class lightheartedly skipped (okay, walked, but figuratively, skipped) to Secret Recipe followed by Delifrance to eat and enjoy. Then we decided, on the spur of the moment, to drop by Gen's house (so niiicely located near school). Bounced on her bed, ate watermelon and discussed our favourite children's books. I still can't decide on the aptness of Enid Blyton for my kids and at what age I will let them peruse Harry. And I borrowed three nice volumes for myself from Gen's extensive library *smug grin*.
Had to head back to school for CWC... as it turns out I'm to be in three places at once for the Lit Feste. How am I supposed to read poetry, usher guests and perform with the guitar folks at the same time? As an aside, it'll be our first public performance, and man, it's gonna be... something. Haha.
An interval, meaning night, intruded, in which I pored over The War of the Worlds albeit unwillingly, ate dinner while having the usual good-or-bad day debate with Han.
Then the next day. I anticipated it with interest, considering the fact that three-quarters of the class would be away being involved in RMUN. I abstained not without a wish to see the faces of my teachers on the realisation of a sadly reduced-in-number class. But not before we got back our maths results in which I failed miserably. And I mean miserably.
What are the textbook after-effects of a spectecular flunk? The I'm Stupid Syndrome, or perhaps the I'm Not Gonna Give A Damn Any Longer Phase? Nah. It wasn't that. Just the whole guilt-and-laziness thing. On reflection it doesn't matter at all. I guess you really haven't lived till you got less than one-third of a grade. But I've figured out the problem. I have a habit of putting everything into perspective and thus not seeing the importance of self-discipline. To quote Mr. Leong: "We are experts at procrastinating!"
So perhaps some stress is a good thing that will kick my Promo-panic into gear. As yet, I fear I am too laid-back.
That aside, it was an amusing day - 4 people meant a tete-a-tete with Miss Tan in Lit. Following, Daniel and I rendered the only members left in Chinese class, were let off a double period, thanks to our absent classmates. So we got cracking on the CWC banner with the other members and had a tussle with thinner, stubborn paint tin lids and accidental stains. I don't ever wanna paint a banner again. But it was fun sitting at the spex gall pretending we knew what we were doing. *Second smug grin*
After guitar I returned thinking... maybe it's time to study. But here I am.