Today was Judgement Day.
I was tingling all the way from my head to my very toes. I woke up at 7 and couldn't get back to sleep. I completed my last of the farewell cards and made my way to gran's. I couldn't manage to eat breakfast, and I didn't feel hungry anyway.
It was sentimental for me, the process of getting ready to get to school. It was the ever last time that I would put on my uniform, my badge, my nametag...wearing my tkg socks and white school shoes for the last time...
Walking to school for the last time..gathered in the hall with the whole 2008 sec 4 cohort for the last time..
I was feeling anxious and nervous all the way, listening to all those speeches, cheering for our cohort, feeling proud of everyone, for doing their best so that we could have the best results in 11 years, most probably. =)
I was feeling so faint, breathless...my fingers felt numb, like there wasn't enough blood in my system to go around. Finally, the time came. I signed the necessary docs so as to acknowledge receipt of the things I have received. I made my way back where my junior was waiting for me and at the same time, making sure that no one came to stomp on my bag..
I looked at my results first. I was so relieved that my english was an A1, but bitterly disappointed by my B3 for combined humanities. My hands were shaking so hard that I couldn't tear the letter open, so my junior did it for me. I saw my L1R5, my junior exclaimed over my results and said she hoped to do as well as I did.
However, I wasn't satisfied. I had hoped to do better. My results are alright, I suppose, my family members are fine with it, but there is just this perfectionist side of me that can't stop mourning over my results.
I am attending tj's openhouse tomorrow. I still can't decide where to go. My mind was set on tj, but now I am having second thoughts. Vj has more scholarship opportunities but tj's music programme is better.
sigh.
dunno la.
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