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Friday, February 10

My Chinese Os results is finally released. oh, the tension, the anticipation, and the worry.

the day passed by so slowly, with me getting colder and colder each time the hour hand moves.

During recess, sam and i were admiring nature from the fourth level(my class level). The view was pretty, and its surprising that i've never noticed it before, the many times i've passed by there. And Sam immediately commented on it. i guess it shows how one takes things for granted when they're around you.


English lesson came and went. Lit lesson was a torture. i could hardly concentrate on all that mrs tian was telling us. at about one thirty my heart went cold. my palms turned frozen and clammy. If i could control myself my face'd turn pale too. Horrid thoughts filled my mind and i could not imagine wad i'd do if i failed to achieve an A1 for chinese. i dragged myself to the MPR, feeling a sense of dread more than excitement. nevertheless, i wanted to get over with it as quick as possible.


In the MPR, we were seated according to index number. the teachers gave an overview of the entire level results. While we were sweating away, frightened to death. how we wished we could snatch away the results once we stepped into the MPR. Finally, it was our turn to receive the results. "all the number ones please come up to get ur results" announced the teachers in chinese. my teeth chattering away, i stood up, smiled nervously and stretched out my trembly hand to take the piece of paper in which my fate lies. Without any further ado, i looked straight at my results.

And felt very confused.

I got an A, but is it A1 or A2? i didnt know. Until i saw the side, with the word "one" at the left side. i guess at that moment, my face broke into a wide grin. and i heaved a sigh of relief. i don't know why i felt so relieved cos somewhere deep inside me, i'm kind of already expecting this result. Maybe because i expected it, thats why i'm really afraid that i will not meet my expectations.


ppl around me broke into hysterical laughter and screams. there were also some who burst into tears. i hope no one will ever see my burst into tears. even if i were to cry, i hope it'd be tears of joy and happiness.


then i looked at my result slip.


not very glad suddenly


cos never get distinction for oral.


you see, people are really weird creatures. we're so greedy and are always not satisfied. if i had gotten A2 i'd have complained that i'd much rather get an A1 but no distinction for oral. now that i've got A1 i have oral to complain about. Why am i so hard to satisfy??


hmm...


now chinese Os results are out, its going to be hard work all the way for this coming Os.


Jia you everybody!!!!!!!


yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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