aftermath of the As-

(Not too late!)
(NOTE: this is a rant)

Definitely the As were more harrowing than Os( and way too looooong-drawn at that). The only paper that remains clear in my mind is English Literature Paper 3 o_____o
I sincerely believe I screwed it up. Those three hours of frantic writing were quite possibly worse than having one of those wrenching tummyaches that last through the night. Prior to the exam I conditioned my brain to hold on to only one mantra: THINK. WRITE. WRITE!! But my grip on the golden mantra wavered once I was confronted with ten sheets of blank paper and the prospect of continuous intelligent output in three hours.
The unseen question: I was presented with a choice of poetry or drama. At a glance, the drama question consists of merely a single character's soliloquy, packed with ellipsises. Confronted with a huge square block of words, I naturally turned towards poetry ... at least there was some visual appeal in it. Without much thought I commenced on a futile essay harping on fires and devils and wastelands and ending with a half-hearted conclusion on how the world sucks. One question down in flames.
The Compare and Contrast question: I had so much to write, but I COULD NOT FINISH. Sucks.
The Owen question: I chose the question that examines the use of religious images in his poetry. Definitely not a difficult question, but I stupidly screwed up by forgetting to address "how far ..." (OMG! GP stuff), thereby submitting an essay that harps on "The Poetry is in the Pity" and dullards and cups of blood and thorns and JESUS I'm going to fail.

So there. That's the worst paper of the whole lot. Even Biology Paper 2 was incomparable. Sometimes it's unbelievable how nutty I am, gamely taking on H2 literature when the last time I touched the subject was Sec 2 (with my highest score being a miserable B4). The only thing that kept me afloat these two years was my penchant for reading xD
oh, and a grumpy angmoh teacher who has an undeniably prophetic right index finger.
And a sentimental Missus who is nearly as obscure as Marlow.
And a 1.8m guy with a 1.5m-high car and a 3m-wide shoe cabinet and (possibly) 365 shirts who can quote off his text but can't for the world not digress into talk on Hollywood and the like.
And of course the classmates I move around with - Shima, Shelvi, Shanshan, Shuning. Call me Shampoo xD
And I certainly enjoyed my Literature lessons. Beats Econs any day. Myagaga.

So I safely conclude that I survived the As. *cheers*
But already the world is reminding me that there's more to come. I received a letter from NUS today that went like "it gives us great pleasure to extend a warm invite to you to apply to join ..."
Enclosed in the big brown envelope was the same brochure they gave us when they came for a campus visit earlier this year -____-

But I don't want to think about it now T________T
Allow me to distract myself with mindless pursuits a while more ... ... please?




-the end of another farcical post-