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Hello, my name is Mylene.

Screams


Thursday, November 22, 2007
Today my sister got her PSLE
results back. I won't disclose how
much she got though. I remember
my time, when I had to collect my
own PSLE results. I don't have
any recollection of any fear, tension
or nervousness. A rather stark
contrast to what I felt when I
had to collect my O level Chinese
results, when I was near
breakdown state, all trembly
and cold. Still, what I remembered
from both occasions were the
tears. Tears were aplenty in the
hall today, as well as the
inevitable joy of several
students, but what got me thinking
was, why must some people's joy
be others' sorrow? Everytime I
see a sobbing, sorrowful face
after the collection of results,
it always gets me thinking:
Did this person deserve her
sorrow? Was it her fault she
got the results that she got?
I am thankful that till date
I have no reason to cry over
my results other than for
happy reasons, but that
feeling of fear never left me,
that somehow, one day, I
will be like that, disappointed
over my results. What with
my O level results coming
out soon, I guess I have
reason to fear. I hate this
competitiveness, this
rat race that I am being
subjected to. I can't stand
parents who go, "Aiyah, my
child did very badly lah....he
only got 256." And this, my
dear readers, is exactly
what a mother once said
to me, and I quote, verbatim.
Like wth?? Parents such as this
deserve to rot in hell. Today,
I overheard a girl who was
crying telling her friend, " My
father will surely beat me one."
May that father rot in hell too.
Still, don't you think that luck
plays a rather crucial role
here? Exams are so
subjective, especially
language exams, and it is
no wonder that many parents
go to temples and places of
worship to pray for blessings
for their children.
Ultimately one has to accept
that whatever the results, life
still goes on. There will always
be a second chance, a way for
things to get better. Many successful
people in the world today didn't
succeed just because they passed
their PSLE, or any other major
exams for that matter, with
flying colours. I don't deny that
academics smarts help, or at least
open more windows of opportunities.
But at the end of the day, what comé
may, do your best in whatever you
do and you will have no reason
for regrets. Also, intelligence is
partly genetic, so the next time
your parents scream at your
results, tell them this fact.
Just don't tell them that I
said it.
Till next time people!!!