Today my sister received a parcel with so-much-feared content from her school. Or during my school days we call it 'maktab'. Whatever we call it doesn't important, but this parcel is like the so-much-awaited letter from the school during the holiday.
The pointer results.
Arggghh..I remembered the curious thumpings and how hard I breathed just to open it. Starting from the first day of school break I'd been waiting for this, now it's before me waiting to be unveiled. It's like Mr. Grim Reaper was aside me, and he kept blowing we the freezing chill into my puny soul, I was gasping for air. Scared.
There were so many prediction. 'Will I get 3.5 and above?' 'What is my ranking among my batch?' 'Will mom get upset if my result is below expectation?'
If you aren't an MRSM alumni, let me tell you that everyone wants to get 3.5 and above. To be among the dean's list. To be stepping onstage and receive that holy scroll. To be honoured. Everyone studies at night till dawn for this.
It's not that failing to achieve 3.5 and above will kill us. No. But its like experiencing social death. Which is worse than literal death. What more in MRSM Taiping, everyone is an Einstein clone and I was totally out of league. I have to work triple hard while these geniuses would just sleep their nights comfortably.
I remembered the first semester, most of us, like 70% achieve 3.5 above and our principal has to extend the assembly to give away those scrolls. And I sat down with commoners who didn't achieve it, weeping like a baby. Eventhough my result was 3.48 m teacher won't push it to 3.5. arrghh!!
The first day returning to hostel was a nightmare. Everyone had the bright face, shining like jewels, and that totally showed how outstanding they performed. Joy overwhelmed them. And my face frowned, even more atrocious than a sad-faced clown. Somber consumes me.
It drives me to the toilet for a long shower, because I wanted to avoid anyone's contact, who would eagerly ask,
"hey, canme result?'
How I hated this.
And now my sister has to face this. Oh, maybe great people are tested beforehand. hahahah.
Cheers. : )
