Oh Level.
O' Man.
Boy, do I have a lot to do now.
First and foremost, I would like to congratulate all the O' Level takers who have done well for the O' Levels. Good job, lads and ladies!
Now.....
If I were to sum up my O' Level results in one word it would be "deserved".
In my most honest opinion, everybody gets what they deserve.
If you've worked your socks off, there's never really a doubt you'll get the best results. Hardwork is always rewarded.
I have a confession to make: I didn't really stretch myself for the O's.
I achieved (or rather, slacked off to) a 19 for my L1R4.
My L1R5?
You can win 4D with it.
If I told you I worked hard for the O' Levels, I should be lynched for fraud.
Really, if I told you I studied for a test, I was lying. (well, mostly).
My life in Sec 3 was just a fun ride. Weeeeeeee. Maths? Woooooooo. English? Weeeeeeeee. Results? Woaaaaaaaaaaaah.
The following year was spent mostly on full-time procrastination. I would sit on the computer chair or on the couch and say,"Hey, what the heck am I doing? I should be studying. But hey, the O's are still a few months away. I can do it tomorrow."
Heck yeah, maybe when the astronauts land on the Sun or when robot overlords rule the world.
The only real hardwork I put in was in my Maths. My elementary maths. I dropped A Maths coz it was wiping my face on the floor and giving me consecutive atomic wedgies.
2006 proved to be quite a turning point. I learned both the consequences of slacking and the rewards of hardwork.
And how a little help along the way never hurts.
I was introduced to a brilliant individual named Eric by another brilliant individual, Nat.
Eric was my tuition teacher for Maths.
And this guy is awesome.
He turned me from a hopeless F9 guy to an all-hope-in-the-world B3 guy.
This guys really drilled me good and got me interested in Maths. I used to loathe Maths lessons, but after his tutoring, I got bored of everything BUT Maths. The most complicated equation I could come up with was 1+1 = 2 but after his teachings, I could remember the sine and cosine rule like how I remembered the offside rule.
Kudos and a million thanks to the only tuition teacher in life, Eric. *bows* Thank you for bestowing upon me your infinite wisdom.
And sorry for failing to get an A1. *whacks self in the stomach*
And don't forget, STAY A GOONER FOREVER. (Yep, he's an Arsenal fan too. )
Well, now that's the O' Level saga is over, we'll all have to look forward to life in our Polytechnics and JCs (or NUS in the case of Nat). I wish you all luck and hopefully the transition between institutions will be a smooth one.
And I certainly hope we will never be too cool for each other. =)
Boy, do I have a lot to do now.
First and foremost, I would like to congratulate all the O' Level takers who have done well for the O' Levels. Good job, lads and ladies!
Now.....
If I were to sum up my O' Level results in one word it would be "deserved".
In my most honest opinion, everybody gets what they deserve.
If you've worked your socks off, there's never really a doubt you'll get the best results. Hardwork is always rewarded.
I have a confession to make: I didn't really stretch myself for the O's.
I achieved (or rather, slacked off to) a 19 for my L1R4.
My L1R5?
You can win 4D with it.
If I told you I worked hard for the O' Levels, I should be lynched for fraud.
Really, if I told you I studied for a test, I was lying. (well, mostly).
My life in Sec 3 was just a fun ride. Weeeeeeee. Maths? Woooooooo. English? Weeeeeeeee. Results? Woaaaaaaaaaaaah.
The following year was spent mostly on full-time procrastination. I would sit on the computer chair or on the couch and say,"Hey, what the heck am I doing? I should be studying. But hey, the O's are still a few months away. I can do it tomorrow."
Heck yeah, maybe when the astronauts land on the Sun or when robot overlords rule the world.
The only real hardwork I put in was in my Maths. My elementary maths. I dropped A Maths coz it was wiping my face on the floor and giving me consecutive atomic wedgies.
2006 proved to be quite a turning point. I learned both the consequences of slacking and the rewards of hardwork.
And how a little help along the way never hurts.
I was introduced to a brilliant individual named Eric by another brilliant individual, Nat.
Eric was my tuition teacher for Maths.
And this guy is awesome.
He turned me from a hopeless F9 guy to an all-hope-in-the-world B3 guy.
This guys really drilled me good and got me interested in Maths. I used to loathe Maths lessons, but after his tutoring, I got bored of everything BUT Maths. The most complicated equation I could come up with was 1+1 = 2 but after his teachings, I could remember the sine and cosine rule like how I remembered the offside rule.
Kudos and a million thanks to the only tuition teacher in life, Eric. *bows* Thank you for bestowing upon me your infinite wisdom.
And sorry for failing to get an A1. *whacks self in the stomach*
And don't forget, STAY A GOONER FOREVER. (Yep, he's an Arsenal fan too. )
Well, now that's the O' Level saga is over, we'll all have to look forward to life in our Polytechnics and JCs (or NUS in the case of Nat). I wish you all luck and hopefully the transition between institutions will be a smooth one.
And I certainly hope we will never be too cool for each other. =)
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