Saturday, August 12, 2006
It felt like the day I received my PSLE results. But it was weirder. The school announced that all Sec 4s were to make their way to the hall during MT lessons to receive our O'Level MT results. They announced it just before recess and for the next one hour, everyone was having the heart-thumping-like-crazy-before-receiving-results syndrome. Although I was nervous and excited at the same time. Don't ask me why I was excited. I just was.
When E maths was over and MT period came, everyone just jumped out of our seats and started hugging each other and wishing good luck. In the hall, Mr Koh showed us this table of statistics on the various grades compared to last year and so on. Turns out we did much much better than the 05' cohort with 43.7% distinctions. After a few more words from Mrs Chan and the MT HOD, we were splint into our AG groups to receive the results.
Since the people in my group walked so slowly to Mdm Fong, I ended up being first in line. All I saw next to my name was 2 columns. One had a number "3" and the other had an alphabet "M". I couldn't make sense of it at first. It's not my fault that the columns were not properly labelled!
Well, obviously, my grade was a B3 and I got Merit for oral. My mind was blank for a while. I couldn't absorb the information properly. You must understand that I've never, NEVER, gotten above a B4 for Chinese L. in my secondary school life.
After the result finally settled in, I ran to where Faith and Tara were at the AG5/6 group. Faith did exceptionally well with an A2 (that lucky mountain range of shit) and Tara passed with a C5 (she was estatic since she has never really passed in her life). Overall, everyone did pretty well. Everyone was so proud of each other.
The hall rang with screams and laughter as most celebrated although you could pick out a few who cried due to disappointment. It was not long before everyone whipped out their handphones and started calling their parents.
I couldn't get my mum so I called my dad. He just said "good job but you'll have to retake right?". Yeah, I do. Stupid school policy. But who cares? Dude, I got a B3!
Then I called my sister who was really happy for me. She knows how kentang I am and how I sound like an ang moh when I speak Mandarin.
I called my mum again and told her my result. I couldn't really hear what she said because of interferences in the sound so I just said that I'll talk to her at home.
The rest of the day was basically one of happiness and relief. Relieved that I passed my Chinese well, happy with the prospect that with enough effort, I can get an A2 the second time round.
But at the end of the day, I didn't feel all that happy. Just angry (and hurt) from what my mum said. If my mum was happy with my results, she sure as hell did not express that when she came home.
Here's the conversation (it lasted 5 minutes):
Mum: "You seem happy with your B3"
Me: "Shouldn't I be happy??"
Mum: "How many subjects are taken for JC entry?"
Me: "6"
Mum: "If you get B3 for everything, then it will be 18 points! How to get into MJC?"
Me: *pissed* "Whatever. I'm tired. I'm going to sleep."
End.(and to think that I actually waited for her till 12am just to talk to her..)
But who cares. I'm still happy with a B3. My mood is totally spoilt though.
Rachel typed at 5:48 pm
