'' I came, I saw, I conquered "
Julius Caesar - 100 - 44 BC
It's all over for me in INTI College as I've just finished up my final exam, Further Mathematics 22 yesterday. It ended without any furor of any kind which was a poor representation of my one and a half years in this second-rate college which only claim to fame is bringing 5 Seconds Of Summer to Malaysia. Or so they claim.
Oh well, yesterday may not have been as memorable as I wanted it to be but that one day does not reflect the topsy-turvy nature of the 17 months spent in an area I've only had stepped foot in twice my whole life before the January of 2015. So I guess this is a time for reflection and I hope that my future self can one day read this with nothing but happiness .
By the way, this is going to be a very personal post, I would describe it as a letter to my future self or maybe just a personal re-telling of my past . So, to readers who don't know me, unless you like reading personal experiences of a 18 year old boy from Klang deciding to get fucked by his own decisions to take the criminally unfair and tough CIE A- Levels - you may not enjoy this at all. You're free to read though. Please stay.
Let's get to work. A bit of a backstory before I go on this feel trip of sorts as I slowly dissect my year and a half with extreme precision.
A boy from Klang who had really good SPM marks decide to take A-Levels (CAL) in INTI College.
Why CAL?
- I figured if I could get great marks in SPM while taking a ridiculous 10 subjects in 2 years then with a bit more effort, A-Levels with a measly sum of 4 subjects over a period of 1.5 years should be more than possible. I worked the math out and I concluded, fuck Maths.
Why INTI?
- Same course, but a price of an extra RM 20 000? Taylor's and Sunway was the guilty party there. Unlike taking CAL, going to INTI was justified at the end. Sort of. Yes, we were devoid of any good teachers. Or any good facilities. The management was pretty shit. And not to forget, the lack of parking space. But we had Chatime and a pool table. What more do we really need, eh?
Like A-Levels, I'll split my summary into 3 parts which consists of 3 semesters. This will range from January 2015 to the current day of the month of May 2016. Time to begin.
Semester I : January 2015 - June 2015
New and strange people
This being the earliest memory of being in college serves as the hardest to really remember what the fuck happened in that short period of time. It's like waking up from a really bad hangover. You remember only the fun parts of the night before but everything else seems like a blur and you find yourself scratching your head on how you get to where you are now.
I guess it all started when I attended orientation for the college . Nothing much to note here. The orientation group I was a part of was as life-changing to me as the bar of chocolate I ate on the last week of last month. Fuck all is what I mean.
Now, my first class of A-Levels was something that I remember pretty well. I'm not sure why it is such a vivid memory as it really had no redeeming factor to it. It was a Further Mathematics class. A small dose of what was yet to come. I sat beside Foo, a member from my orientation group on Day 1. Not too sure who I said hi to on the first day but they came in a pair. The class was a sausage fest, testosterone party or whatever you like to call it. A Yakusa who had his fingers chopped off could count the number of girls were there. The fact that they weren't strikingly attractive disappointed me back then. The lecturer on that day didn't fill me with much enthusiasm either.
Most probably deep inside, back then, I had the feeling I had fucked up. But I was young and there were three more classes to attend. Desperately keeping my hopes up and trying to be positive, I guess.
One thing to note is how well the class bonded in a very short 6 months. Well when I say the class, I meant all the boys in class. Sure, there were a select few who did not blend well but most of us got along really well despite our different backgrounds.
After the SPM results were released however, people started leaving our class to greener pastures of Taylor's and Sunway like there was a plague. I'm happy to say though that most departures were for the better and in the long run , they did not stick long in the memory.
In the duration of these six months, the activities we did were pretty plentiful in respect to the very little hours of break given in our timetable back then. Glad to say that futsal was a regular occurrence in our class as everyone seem to enjoy just playing the sport for fun. There was also a Free Hugs campaign by the Pre-U club which semester 1 students ( my sem ) really took control of it by the horns. That event was meh. Freshies Night and STACT was another event I joined which led me again to new people but yet again to the point of near irrelevancy. It was fun though.
I would like to say I studied hard for my AS exams but sadly that would be lying which I don't do. Instead, I carried out many such past times during our short hours of break. Card games. Fucking card games were kings of the class. Big Two and Blackjack really rose to popularity among us especially during the Chinese New Year period. We were playing non-stop and even lectures couldn't stop us from playing. Even after the CNY period, we just rode the wave and carried on playing cards even up to the last day. I lost money at the end, and so did all of us . Mostly Shan though.
When we were not playing cards ( very rare), we went to movies together in Sunway Pyramid which was a few minutes drive away from INTI. It was good fun and we did that throughout the whole 3 semesters.
One thing I expected from my time in INTI was to enjoy the buffet of choices of food in SS15 which was supposedly a food kingdom with the majestic Asia Cafe ( AC ) as the shining jewel in the centre of it all. Hipster cafes was going to be a norm and we were not going to eat the same food twice a day. Well, reality trumps expectations. What I got was us boycotting AC after two visits and turning to Mr.Rice ( later to 96 ) for our daily lunch needs. It was a trend of us eating mixed rice and fried rice alternately from Monday to Thursday before splurging the cash on Friday to celebrate, well surviving another week of A-Levels , I guess.
Now, the semester was capped off with two things. Semester 1 exams and a college trip. First things first, semester 1 went pretty abysmally. My lack of studying coupled with the many distractions didn't help as it catapulted me into the sea of doubt. Thought of quitting A-Levels but well you know what really happened at the end.
Obviously, I didn't know how my results would have turned out so I was feeling in a decent mood heading to the semester 1 break. Which I spent a good chunk of in Singapore as the Pre-U faculty organised a trip there. One of the few bright spots in a sheet of paper of blackness called Pre-U management.
The trip to Singapore was a huge game changer in my time with INTI as the friends I had went on a rise as we bonded over a trip over the Causeway. I had good fun just visiting random places in Singapore and generally having a good time whether it was simply just talking or playing card games till the cows go home. New friendships were made within the later intakes and memories were made which is to be kept till forever. And I met David De Gea. Can't get that with Taylor's or Sunway.
Semester II : July 2015-December 2015
Now this was a semester where everything I knew really changed and turned on its head. The way A-Levels works in Malaysia was partly to blame for this. Unlike in the UK, my A-Levels program encompasses 1.5 years instead of the traditional 2 years. This means A2 topics will be taught throughout the whole of semester 2 despite the AS exams ( subjects taught in Sem 1 ) being held at November. Well and truly against the clock now and the semester had not started yet.
Well, I knew that fact pretty early on so what I should have clearly done was to supplement my usual doses of A2 lectures with maybe an hour or so of revision for AS exams.
That's what I should have done. But as usual, I took the wrong path and instead decide to take a shit loads of detours. Guys, remember this is not a guide to succeed in A-Levels. Don't follow my lead. You'll end up feeling stupid throughout the semester.
Semester 2 was a start of something new. Ripples of change started to emerge from the murky waters of section MF15U. Small little factions started to form and enemies were made out from the classrooms. On a brighter note, the circle of friends really started to grow from semester 2 as a result from the trip to Singapore. Faces around INTI start to get more familiar and jokes were passed around freely and happily like chewing gum.
The lecturers in Semester 1 was decent. Enough to get the job done. But semester 2 , my class and I got royally fucked by INTI with the decision to assign Ms. Jas to become our Pure Maths/ Mechanics teacher. She was scarily out of her depth in teaching Mechanics as she had not taught it for years and her teaching style, to put it nicely was not suitable for our class. We did not like her at all and in a somewhat cruel twist, we boycotted her class eventually.
The decision to retain both of our Further Maths lecturers from Semester 1 was mind-boggling as well. At this point, nearly the whole class had given up on our lecturers and decided to look for help in the form of tuition classes. That worked out well for us at the end but honestly, we had a pretty dismal lineup of lecturers in both Maths department from Semester 2 till the end of Semester 3. We did still attend classes but it really felt like it was just to serve as a stage for all of us to sharpen our Big Two ( card games ) skills . P.S I got pretty decent after a few classes.
I kind of enjoyed Semester 2 a lot and it is probably my favourite semester of the three. It didn't had the stress and fear of A2 exams that semester 3 had but retained the bubbly care-free attitude that semester 1 had. Maybe it was naivety that made semester 2 pretty enjoyable. Getting a growing circle of friends did help and I got much more involved in events around the campus which is always good fun.
We celebrated birthdays of a lot of us with much aplomb and excitement. There were a couple of events that I joined which was pretty fun but the one that is most notable during Semester 2 is probably the Volvo Charity Event. It had certificates and free shirts so it was actually a pretty legit thing I was taking part of . I had plenty of fun with friends making the day of kids from orphanages that the event was dedicated to. I may have came out of it dripping sweat from my face but it was definitely worth every minute.
The food situation remain unchanged however. Mr. Rice was abandoned and AC was not even in our minds. It was 96 mixed rice pretty much conquering our empty stomachs. Even when we do eat something three times our budget, it was through the app, Perksense. Thank god for Perksense. The Friday specials were still a thing so we weren't always boring sops all day, ok?
This was also the semester where we played plenty of futsal and basketball as time started to tick down on our upcoming major exams . The YOLO spirit was truly alive back then as we simply burned time with any activity that came to our mind. Watched plenty of movies too as you do when you are at the close vicinity of two cinemas at Pyramid and Subang Parade. Speaking of futsal, I had the opportunity to captain the Pre-U club in a futsal tournament where we were the youngest and possibly the least experienced. Yet,we managed to make the semi-finals and bow out finishing 4th , mostly thanks to us scrapping games and goals from Zi Xuan
Sadly before I knew it, AS exams dawned on me and I realized I wasn't quite ready, to put it kindly. Even now when I look back, it amazes me that I somehow made it through my exams without killing myself. I'll be honest, I celebrated pretty hard when my last paper ended. Had futsal after that and then it was time for the final semester break. The final 5 months was upon me.
Tougher subjects, shorter period of time to study and undoubtedly the same shitty lecturers were about to teach me for another semester. Surely, I would have picked up by shoddy and lazy act, grind my elbows and revise A2 during a month long break?
Semester III : January 2016-May 2016
I didn't.
Stupid little me decide to do one hour of revision in the one month of semester break and spend the rest of it playing video games. To be fair, it was a lot of fun. It felt like I earned it. I felt like nothing was going to kill my feel good vibe. Then, semester 3 started.
The sense of regret during the first week of classes was very real. Lecturers just started where they left off at Semester 2 like a bullet train. Problem is I didn't know what the hell they were talking about at the start. All I heard were familiar phrases that rang a dead bell in my brain but nothing more. Damn, I should have studied.
As I tried to get my shit together, an early trip was planned to Broga Hill with the guys. It was definitely a great experience from the night before at Lam's crib to the day itself at the top of Broga Hill. We learned a new card game that day, Bridge. That game was to conquer the minds of many throughout Semester 3. It was a long and tiring hike up to see a sunrise that never came . To make things worse, we skipped breakfast and was hungry with no food, standing 1312 feet above sea level. Great, great time and this moment signaled the last real bonding time between the little camaraderie we had.
Unlike the past semesters, the only real event was the Pre-U badminton competition. I was part of the committee and worked as well as I could. Honestly, the competition was a bust. We managed to narrowly avoid losing money after much lobbying for anyone to join. Sadly, the support for Pre-U events have always been abysmal and this was no different. But the fact that the competition went on and went pretty smoothly in fact was an achievement in itself.
One more thing was the feeling of time passing by really quickly. It was surreal and also pretty frightening. Once upon a time, I was a junior passing by the doors of INTI for the first time and now here I am, studying and working like a dog with the hopes of not screwing up my exams while looking at those fresh-faced semester 1 students with nothing but the feelings of pure envy. It still feels weird now, typing this out even when I'm done with A-Levels.
Ah, Semester 3. The freshest from my mind and definitely was a one of a kind time in my life. The friends from Semester 1 that were ever so close started to fade away into mere background fodder as it was clear that the air of change was afoot. There were a few relationships starting to bloom all over the place from what I could see too as the months ticked by.
The evidence was pretty glaring as the once active Whatsapp group had became a ghost town where only a flicker of messages may rarely appear . But even then, it was never anything too important. The figureheads were pulling all the strings and in the final months pulled to the direction of its desired path for all to see. It seemed pretty macabre .
It was also a pretty good time for a Twitter drama viewer as the episodes that came were relentlessly full of suspense and disbelief. .
Exams were coming thick and fast - the pressure to succeed was at an all time high. Some people relish in the pressure and some let it control them in a really monstrous way. This was the semester that I really felt that I worked my ass off to achieve the goals I had set which I am still pretty proud of. In hindsight, I think I dealt with the pressure pretty well.
With the pressure of exams looming, there was always going to be a villain in the piece and we had one. I've used to thought this guy was okay, nothing worth remembering but still a decent enough of an individual. But sadly, the exams got into his skin.
He is what we all know to be the typical asshole of the class. Every word I heard from him were either demeaning or really goddamn condescending . He would be like making himself sound like a total idiot although in reality, he is among the top students in class. Not even the other classes were safe from his attitude. Stories start flying left, right and center about the depressing encounters with him and us classmates would just shake our head mournfully and sigh loudly. What I really found irritating about him was that he really didn't know he was being an asshole to all of us. It's like he had a class on social interaction and decided to just fuck with all of us because messing with us is one of the bullet points in his notes. Inadvertently showing off and literally giving an imaginary middle finger to me most of the time. This is how I'll remember him.
The futsal bandwagon sadly died down in semester 3 which is quite a shame but it was predictably obvious that it would never survive our new A-Levels timetable and the upcoming A2 exams in 5 months time. The movie watching bandwagon did continue however as Marvel and DC was releasing movies quicker than Najib handing out Sedition Act charges. And one does not say no to Marvel movies. Maybe DC though. BVS sucked for me.
There were to be no more trips, well except for them coming to Klang for some Bah Kut Teh. I spent a lot of my free time instead with my high school friends as my college friends started to make plans that did not include yours truly all the way at USJ. Maybe because I'm from Klang. And no, I didn't hear anything about their plans, I just read and saw it off Snapchat and Instagram.
Speaking about food, SS15 menu for yours truly sort of expanded its horizons at Semester 3. Found a new mamak and also a burger place . Even went to a new chicken rice stall pretty frequently. Yet these were still the opening acts compared to the never-ending and scintillating main event of 96 mixed rice. Cheap and fast were the criteria among us and 96 fitted the bill quite nicely.
One thing that amazed me was how my high school friends and I were able to stay close despite the obvious lack of interaction. From the weekly basketball sessions to the yum-cha sessions at Raju Corner, it was like we were still in the same school. I'm not the emotional type, but I do appreciate that. I guess it's true that high school friends stick together the longest.
And yes, I managed to stay single throughout the 1.5 years in INTI. I guess the only consolation was I could ogle at girls without feeling a sense of guilt. Some would say that would be no consolation at all and it would be hard to disagree.
The final report on A2 exams, well I messed up Physics, Chemistry was pretty tough too , Mathematics was pretty well done and Further Mathematics could have been worse. It could have been better , but could have been worse. I wouldn't hope too much on my results but I'll be happy with some respectable grades at the end of the year. I won't dwell on my mistakes, because frankly it's not gonna do jack shit to help my cause.
EPILOGUE : Present Day
I would like to say that the final script has been written but I've signed up to meet my friends again in a prom night. I'll probably be the awkward one without a date to hold my hand and take selfies with but I guess it wouldn't hurt to go out with one last hurrah.
It'll be the end of another chapter in my life and I'm glad to say it was a pretty damn enjoyable journey I took in undergoing arguably one of the toughest exams in the world.
Before I end this undoubtedly long blog post, I would like to say a few things :
To all the people I pissed off that didn't deserve it, I'm sorry.
And to the ones that did deserve it, fuck off.
To the guys in class that were ever so helpful and pretty damn entertaining at times, thanks a lot.
To the people who sent me home/ train station, I REALLY owe you guys a lot. Thanks.
And to the lecturers who were mostly shit , I appreciate the effort.
And lastly to the people in college who made me smile or laugh, you know who you are and you guys were fucking legends forever . I'll remember ya'll and hopefully you'll remember me too.
To think I thought of quitting A-Levels , what a different world it would have been for me. Some might describe it as a roller-coaster ride and I think it is pretty accurate. It had been nothing short of pure unadulterated joy and sorrow in the journey to complete A-Levels. I'm however forever grateful that I finished the ride in no other terms but mine.
And at the end of the day, that's all you can ever wish for.
- Au Revoir -
Edited at 22/6/16 : Prom was alright. Better than I thought.
Very eventful semester as exams were coming :/
Now this was a semester where everything I knew really changed and turned on its head. The way A-Levels works in Malaysia was partly to blame for this. Unlike in the UK, my A-Levels program encompasses 1.5 years instead of the traditional 2 years. This means A2 topics will be taught throughout the whole of semester 2 despite the AS exams ( subjects taught in Sem 1 ) being held at November. Well and truly against the clock now and the semester had not started yet.
Well, I knew that fact pretty early on so what I should have clearly done was to supplement my usual doses of A2 lectures with maybe an hour or so of revision for AS exams.
That's what I should have done. But as usual, I took the wrong path and instead decide to take a shit loads of detours. Guys, remember this is not a guide to succeed in A-Levels. Don't follow my lead. You'll end up feeling stupid throughout the semester.
Semester 2 was a start of something new. Ripples of change started to emerge from the murky waters of section MF15U. Small little factions started to form and enemies were made out from the classrooms. On a brighter note, the circle of friends really started to grow from semester 2 as a result from the trip to Singapore. Faces around INTI start to get more familiar and jokes were passed around freely and happily like chewing gum.
The lecturers in Semester 1 was decent. Enough to get the job done. But semester 2 , my class and I got royally fucked by INTI with the decision to assign Ms. Jas to become our Pure Maths/ Mechanics teacher. She was scarily out of her depth in teaching Mechanics as she had not taught it for years and her teaching style, to put it nicely was not suitable for our class. We did not like her at all and in a somewhat cruel twist, we boycotted her class eventually.
The decision to retain both of our Further Maths lecturers from Semester 1 was mind-boggling as well. At this point, nearly the whole class had given up on our lecturers and decided to look for help in the form of tuition classes. That worked out well for us at the end but honestly, we had a pretty dismal lineup of lecturers in both Maths department from Semester 2 till the end of Semester 3. We did still attend classes but it really felt like it was just to serve as a stage for all of us to sharpen our Big Two ( card games ) skills . P.S I got pretty decent after a few classes.
I kind of enjoyed Semester 2 a lot and it is probably my favourite semester of the three. It didn't had the stress and fear of A2 exams that semester 3 had but retained the bubbly care-free attitude that semester 1 had. Maybe it was naivety that made semester 2 pretty enjoyable. Getting a growing circle of friends did help and I got much more involved in events around the campus which is always good fun.
We celebrated birthdays of a lot of us with much aplomb and excitement. There were a couple of events that I joined which was pretty fun but the one that is most notable during Semester 2 is probably the Volvo Charity Event. It had certificates and free shirts so it was actually a pretty legit thing I was taking part of . I had plenty of fun with friends making the day of kids from orphanages that the event was dedicated to. I may have came out of it dripping sweat from my face but it was definitely worth every minute.
This was also the semester where we played plenty of futsal and basketball as time started to tick down on our upcoming major exams . The YOLO spirit was truly alive back then as we simply burned time with any activity that came to our mind. Watched plenty of movies too as you do when you are at the close vicinity of two cinemas at Pyramid and Subang Parade. Speaking of futsal, I had the opportunity to captain the Pre-U club in a futsal tournament where we were the youngest and possibly the least experienced. Yet,we managed to make the semi-finals and bow out finishing 4th , mostly thanks to us scrapping games and goals from Zi Xuan
Sadly before I knew it, AS exams dawned on me and I realized I wasn't quite ready, to put it kindly. Even now when I look back, it amazes me that I somehow made it through my exams without killing myself. I'll be honest, I celebrated pretty hard when my last paper ended. Had futsal after that and then it was time for the final semester break. The final 5 months was upon me.
Tougher subjects, shorter period of time to study and undoubtedly the same shitty lecturers were about to teach me for another semester. Surely, I would have picked up by shoddy and lazy act, grind my elbows and revise A2 during a month long break?
Semester III : January 2016-May 2016
The rise of the blue shirts
I didn't.
Sorry, Conan.
Stupid little me decide to do one hour of revision in the one month of semester break and spend the rest of it playing video games. To be fair, it was a lot of fun. It felt like I earned it. I felt like nothing was going to kill my feel good vibe. Then, semester 3 started.
The sense of regret during the first week of classes was very real. Lecturers just started where they left off at Semester 2 like a bullet train. Problem is I didn't know what the hell they were talking about at the start. All I heard were familiar phrases that rang a dead bell in my brain but nothing more. Damn, I should have studied.
As I tried to get my shit together, an early trip was planned to Broga Hill with the guys. It was definitely a great experience from the night before at Lam's crib to the day itself at the top of Broga Hill. We learned a new card game that day, Bridge. That game was to conquer the minds of many throughout Semester 3. It was a long and tiring hike up to see a sunrise that never came . To make things worse, we skipped breakfast and was hungry with no food, standing 1312 feet above sea level. Great, great time and this moment signaled the last real bonding time between the little camaraderie we had.
Unlike the past semesters, the only real event was the Pre-U badminton competition. I was part of the committee and worked as well as I could. Honestly, the competition was a bust. We managed to narrowly avoid losing money after much lobbying for anyone to join. Sadly, the support for Pre-U events have always been abysmal and this was no different. But the fact that the competition went on and went pretty smoothly in fact was an achievement in itself.
One more thing was the feeling of time passing by really quickly. It was surreal and also pretty frightening. Once upon a time, I was a junior passing by the doors of INTI for the first time and now here I am, studying and working like a dog with the hopes of not screwing up my exams while looking at those fresh-faced semester 1 students with nothing but the feelings of pure envy. It still feels weird now, typing this out even when I'm done with A-Levels.
Ah, Semester 3. The freshest from my mind and definitely was a one of a kind time in my life. The friends from Semester 1 that were ever so close started to fade away into mere background fodder as it was clear that the air of change was afoot. There were a few relationships starting to bloom all over the place from what I could see too as the months ticked by.
The evidence was pretty glaring as the once active Whatsapp group had became a ghost town where only a flicker of messages may rarely appear . But even then, it was never anything too important. The figureheads were pulling all the strings and in the final months pulled to the direction of its desired path for all to see. It seemed pretty macabre .
It was also a pretty good time for a Twitter drama viewer as the episodes that came were relentlessly full of suspense and disbelief. .
Exams were coming thick and fast - the pressure to succeed was at an all time high. Some people relish in the pressure and some let it control them in a really monstrous way. This was the semester that I really felt that I worked my ass off to achieve the goals I had set which I am still pretty proud of. In hindsight, I think I dealt with the pressure pretty well.
With the pressure of exams looming, there was always going to be a villain in the piece and we had one. I've used to thought this guy was okay, nothing worth remembering but still a decent enough of an individual. But sadly, the exams got into his skin.
He is what we all know to be the typical asshole of the class. Every word I heard from him were either demeaning or really goddamn condescending . He would be like making himself sound like a total idiot although in reality, he is among the top students in class. Not even the other classes were safe from his attitude. Stories start flying left, right and center about the depressing encounters with him and us classmates would just shake our head mournfully and sigh loudly. What I really found irritating about him was that he really didn't know he was being an asshole to all of us. It's like he had a class on social interaction and decided to just fuck with all of us because messing with us is one of the bullet points in his notes. Inadvertently showing off and literally giving an imaginary middle finger to me most of the time. This is how I'll remember him.
The futsal bandwagon sadly died down in semester 3 which is quite a shame but it was predictably obvious that it would never survive our new A-Levels timetable and the upcoming A2 exams in 5 months time. The movie watching bandwagon did continue however as Marvel and DC was releasing movies quicker than Najib handing out Sedition Act charges. And one does not say no to Marvel movies. Maybe DC though. BVS sucked for me.
There were to be no more trips, well except for them coming to Klang for some Bah Kut Teh. I spent a lot of my free time instead with my high school friends as my college friends started to make plans that did not include yours truly all the way at USJ. Maybe because I'm from Klang. And no, I didn't hear anything about their plans, I just read and saw it off Snapchat and Instagram.
Speaking about food, SS15 menu for yours truly sort of expanded its horizons at Semester 3. Found a new mamak and also a burger place . Even went to a new chicken rice stall pretty frequently. Yet these were still the opening acts compared to the never-ending and scintillating main event of 96 mixed rice. Cheap and fast were the criteria among us and 96 fitted the bill quite nicely.
One thing that amazed me was how my high school friends and I were able to stay close despite the obvious lack of interaction. From the weekly basketball sessions to the yum-cha sessions at Raju Corner, it was like we were still in the same school. I'm not the emotional type, but I do appreciate that. I guess it's true that high school friends stick together the longest.
And yes, I managed to stay single throughout the 1.5 years in INTI. I guess the only consolation was I could ogle at girls without feeling a sense of guilt. Some would say that would be no consolation at all and it would be hard to disagree.
The final report on A2 exams, well I messed up Physics, Chemistry was pretty tough too , Mathematics was pretty well done and Further Mathematics could have been worse. It could have been better , but could have been worse. I wouldn't hope too much on my results but I'll be happy with some respectable grades at the end of the year. I won't dwell on my mistakes, because frankly it's not gonna do jack shit to help my cause.
EPILOGUE : Present Day
From day 1, I've finally finished it.
I would like to say that the final script has been written but I've signed up to meet my friends again in a prom night. I'll probably be the awkward one without a date to hold my hand and take selfies with but I guess it wouldn't hurt to go out with one last hurrah.
It'll be the end of another chapter in my life and I'm glad to say it was a pretty damn enjoyable journey I took in undergoing arguably one of the toughest exams in the world.
Before I end this undoubtedly long blog post, I would like to say a few things :
To all the people I pissed off that didn't deserve it, I'm sorry.
And to the ones that did deserve it, fuck off.
To the guys in class that were ever so helpful and pretty damn entertaining at times, thanks a lot.
To the people who sent me home/ train station, I REALLY owe you guys a lot. Thanks.
And to the lecturers who were mostly shit , I appreciate the effort.
And lastly to the people in college who made me smile or laugh, you know who you are and you guys were fucking legends forever . I'll remember ya'll and hopefully you'll remember me too.
To think I thought of quitting A-Levels , what a different world it would have been for me. Some might describe it as a roller-coaster ride and I think it is pretty accurate. It had been nothing short of pure unadulterated joy and sorrow in the journey to complete A-Levels. I'm however forever grateful that I finished the ride in no other terms but mine.
And at the end of the day, that's all you can ever wish for.
- Au Revoir -
Edited at 22/6/16 : Prom was alright. Better than I thought.
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