On the other hand, there are stuffs to be done, things to study, in a very limited time as the end of year draws close. To the Edexcel students from Help, this can only signify one thing, the A-level exam is right by the corner. Its two months from that big day to be exact and I can already feel the pressure from the lecturers threatening us to do well. (I'm serious) Everyday, I'm hearing the same shit from the lecturers..
I can even you give you some quotes here.
'You guys better do well. If you don't score paper 2,3,4 you're gonna be in big trouble.'
'We fully expect 120 from everyone of you, nothing less, it has been done before'
-Ms Jaslinder
'Paper 2,3,4 is the killer there. You score 120 for paper 2 the A is there. Cannot run one.'
'Most of you are the B to A there.. I can only see 1 or 2 A* students there'
-Mr Lim
'Sorry, I'm on medical leave, when can I set the replacement class?'
-Ms Geetha
'Why I teach finish then everyone absent from the class'
'If you come to every revision class, I confirm all of you pass'
-Mdm Lin
Last but not least..
'Jayden, hahaha, die la you'
Apart from Ms Geetha, 3 other teachers have placed a substantial amount of stress on us. Though, optimistically, its for own good.
So back to the weekends.
On the past Saturday, I went to my dad's shop to help out, as my cousin, who is working for my dad, was surprisingly on leave as well. So I had to follow my aunt there.
To be honest, working at your own dad's shop, to me, doesn't really give you much experience. I have had debates with my dad now and then about things that I can learn if helped out in his shop. Contrary, I would never fail to refute back to him that how I think that my trips are not worthwhile. The debate isn't a kind one, as somehow on this matter, we just cannot agree with each other. Every time I speak to him regarding this, the tone of my voice become intense progressively, as blood keeps rushing to my brain.
Dad always label my thoughts as naive, and this is why I am pretty persistent to prove him wrong. Yes, he does have the upper hand to say that he had experienced a lot through the years, however, there's always the possibility that sometimes, people just don't agree on what the experience one has to say.
Every single time I talk to my dad, I have the urge and obligation to start thinking and shaping up my future. I am the eldest among the three, however, I'm the one out of the spotlight as my siblings are a striking contrast to me in terms of talent. My lacklustre and dilly dally outlook are constantly judged by my parents, since highschool. Up til college my outlook didn't change, however, little did they know that a part of me have matured mentally. I started to study, started to paying attention in class, started to do my own research. People take tuitions, I decide to grind my way out, even though my lecturer's teaching sometimes render me speechless and restless.
It all pay off in my first semester results, although not the best of scores, the full 5 As in my result slip is enough to put a smile on my dad and mom's face. My siblings could hardly believe my results. That was the first time I had seen my dad become so enthusiastic about my future, the first time I felt that my hard work and perseverance were approved by him. Immediately, that night, he started asking me which UK University I wanted to go, and told his friends that his son is going to UK.
This is the reason til today, have driven me on and on to get a good result and a fucking place in a UK University.
I just want to prove to my dad that 'Hey, you have a son that fight and earn his place in the UK University.
However, to come to that level, its like reaching for the moon.
And if I can't take a rocket there,
I'm fucking gonna walk through the ozone.
'It's been a journey, the NBA. It's taken me a lot farther than I ever expected.'
-Larry Bird
