I think I must have been the last person at TAS to check my results.
For one thing, as I was telling Ivy the last few weeks, I really didn't want to face it because it has been a really bad sem... And nothing, absolutely nothing academically (or non-academically, for that matter), had seem to go well. I even failed my Opera test along the sem. (Sorry Mr. Lee!!) Almost missed it because I woke up late that Tues morning. It has really been horrendously terrible and I finally understood how Melvin felt during his Sem 3. Which brings me to the topic of Sem 3 results... I have always feared that the Melvin Effect would set in as well for my case. And God probably answered my prayers because I didn't receive ANY sms from the system when everyone else had received something that fatefeul day 13th Sept. (Urrg!!! Of all days, it has to be released on a 13th???) As anita puts it, it may be auspicious for *THEM*, even though not for us.
And the verdict? I have done so well that it was shocking beyond words. The only person I have told my results to so far, is my boyfriend. Even though he kinda expected it (which I don't understand why) but was amazed that I actually managed to surmount all obstacles to come so far. The self-realisation being, the more I am being forced to the edge of the cliff, the more determined I am to create miracles. As Mr. Chia puts it, 'very often, one's perception, and the reality of the situation, is far from being the same... good things can come out of difficult situations...' even though I told him I may never see him again for the rest of my life (to which he refuted by emphasizing that 'the world is fast becoming a global village'). Hahaaha, I can so imagine his blank face when he was typing all that.
But I owe my accomplishments to my lecturers actually. Especially my careperson Mr. Wong. It was that fateful sentence outside the resource centre during the study week that sent deep tingling of ominous foreboding down my spines that chilled me so much that it jolted me awake. I told him how terrible Sem 3 was. And he merely said, ''Issit? This is the last chance to perfect your GPA, Lay Ling.'' Which made me realise how much more was expected from me and how much more I could possibly achieve, within my ability. The fact that everyone was expecting something from me probably meant that perhaps, I could *really* do something about it. However, time was running short and I was desperate for a miracle to happen not to fail any of my modules. Yes I hated expectations because of the obligation to meet them back in JC. But then again, I rationalised that expectations are prevalent everywhere no matter where I go. After the whole results saga, I told Mr. Wong how enlightening that particular sentence of his was and he simply replied how proud he was of my academic and non-academic (what's that?? orientation???? *faintZ*) achievements. I have always thought that Mr. Wong was a stressful character. For some reason, he is so stressed that he can stress you out, perhaps without realising it. But I guess, this time round, it's a constructive kind of stress from him. Sometimes, I just need some pushing and his words salvaged my predicament in the nick of time.
And for now, it's just SIP to get flustered with. (My dear LO, I may just call you to cry someday, be forewarned!!! hahaha)
Me: Multi-faceted under a layer of skin. Many modules take place beneath my brain shell. Think simple enough; you can understand most of me. Love creative analogies that make sense.
Loves: Shoes! Barefoot is fine too. Burberry, Marc Jacobs, Anna Sui