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Thursday, July 7

Oral. Finally over. But the waiting time was horrible. You have to sit down there and wait and wait. Slowly, slowly, one by one, the students start leaving the room and you get frightened. You know it’s your turn soon. Then the front door swings open. The teacher sticks his head in and looks around. You stand up. The teacher stares straight at you. Its your turn. Your hands are shivery as you fight hard to have a tight grip on your book and water bottle. Sounds of “good luck” rang in the room. You try to smile back and wish them luck too. Then, you step out of the door. “Where to put this?” you ask the teacher, signalling to your belongings. “There.” He gestures to his right. You do as he says and stand about, waiting. “Sit there.” He pointed. “Sit here?” you ask. He nods and hands you the paper. “You have 5minutes.” He says. You sit and look at the paper. A wave of relief surged through you. The passage is not that difficult. You practise reading a few times. You get bored. You stare aimlessly at the door, hoping that the person inside will come out soon and you can hurry up get over with it. You listen to the sound of your watch’s second hand ticking away. Boom. The door opened. She stumbles out, looking slightly pleased. You don’t know her, so you don’t smile. You look at the teacher expectantly. He nods and announces, “You may enter now.” You hand over the paper nervously and gripped the door knob tightly. The door opens and you see two ladies. Carefully, you turn to close the door. Mentally preparing yourself for the worst, you step forward and greet them. Then, things began to happen in a “fast forward” pace. You can hardly remember what happened inside. Before long, you stagger out of the room. “Its over.” You breathe, exhilarated. You feel like you just took a roller coaster ride which just ended. You bounce happily into the library and let your excitement be shared with your cca mates. You are in no mood to play scrabble. Your instructor smiles nicely at you and advices, “Its time to switch from Chinese back to English.” You try to heed his advice but fails. “You’ve lost your touch after 6 weeks huh?” He exclaimed, a short while later, after noticing that you are trailing behind by 80 plus points. You nod sadly, silently agreeing. Finally, after some magical touch with your hands, a bingo appears. You excitedly slap the tiles down and find yourself in the lead. However, slowly, slowly, your opponent catches up and you lose in the end by one meagre point. You help to clear up. The library aunty wants to take a look at your sister. “Bu4 xiang4 ni3! Ru2 guo3 ni3 mei2 you3 gen1 wo2 jiang3, wo3 dou1 bu4 zhi1 dao4 ta1 shi4 ni3 de4 mei4 mei4!” You attempt a sweet smile at her. “Aunty, bye bye!” you say, to curry favour. You walk home with your sister. Blabbering to her about oral all the time. She seems interested to listen to you crap. You wonder why, but its good n a way. At least there’s someone to listen to you crap. You suddenly felt that you spoke too little. You feel worried, yet happy its finally over.





Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.

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