Just one more… Hang on there!!!

My thermodynamics paper is finally over!! I felt so relieved right now although I know the result might not turn out too well. When you first read the name of that module, what comes to mind?? Calculations and more calculations I presumed?? That’s what I thought too!! I even brought with me two calculators into the exam hall. But to mine, and everybody else’s disappointment, there wasn’t even a single question on calculation!!! I was dumbfounded when I flip through the paper. It was all theory based questions, experimental procedures and derivations of equations.

Those kinds of questions are really taxing to the brain, because they are sooo dead… There shouldn’t be a problem passing, but I am still keeping my fingers cross. A lethal paper indeed.

Speaking of maths and calculations, I once had a really bad experience. Mathematics was my strongest subject since primary school. I had never fail to score well and even won a few maths competitions. I took such great pride in that particular subject that I could fail for all other subjects, except maths.

As you know, things are not always smooth sailing. In sec 2, I fail my maths paper for the very first time. That was not during major exam, just a common test. What saddens me most was not failing that paper, but that I was trashed like nobody’s business when I failed.

Presenting to you, the only maths test paper I failed for!!!


Nice?? 17/50 I smudge the school's name and my mum's signature.
I still keep this paper because I have a story behind it.


Well, this is how the story goes.

My sec 2 maths teacher, Mrs Kng, was the HOD of the mathematics department in the school. I was selected by my previous maths teacher to participate in a competition. Seeing that I failed her test, she nonchalantly slashed off my name from her list, and told me “No, you cannot make it!!”

How could she trash me like that? I mean, what makes her think that failing once would proof that I am worthless and “I cannot make it”?? She’s heartless!!! From that day onwards, I was at odd with her, for I had totally lost my respect for her and refused to greet her even in class.

She said I cannot make it, I say she cannot make it either. A teacher’s job is to encourage those who had fallen, not stamping and dropping those who failed. To me, she had failed in her profession, in her career; she is not fit to be a teacher. Her name should be slashed off from the HOD’s list, like what she had done to my name.

Knowing me, I will always try to prove them wrong. I wanted to teach her a lesson; I wanted her to learn not to judge people by what they are inferior in, for they could be better than she had thought. I know that by working hard, I could get good grades and slap my A in her shitty face.

And I did.


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More Insects

Have I told you that insects are my friends?? Angels make friends even with insects, so do demons. Hahaha!!! They kept me accompanied during the darkest moment in my life!! My preparation for exam would be so bored without them…

My friends, say cheeze!!!!


A golden brown beetle and a grasshopper

Just one more paper, hang on there!!!!