It's called promos. i think.
After the billionth attempt of trying to sit down and actually do some concrete studying, i met with some small degree of sucess this scorching afternoon. i did half a tutorial of the 3rd part of the chapter of differenciation. if i continue at this pace, i might just actually complete the whole chapter obefore the maths paper, which also happens to be the second last paper, after every major subect, save pc.
i was discussing with shaun how the nature of exams outside of singapore is quite different from the local sample we get here. overseas, you're not supposed to get the distinction; you're not supposed to get A. but with the kind of robots that we breed at a school in bishan, no matter how many times you revise the papers to make them harder, singporeans will show you that they will get A despite the odds. and so, due to societal pressures, everyone is coerced to produce the same results even if their passion lies more in the general direction of DotA. i will never forget how jean once told us about how her exchange partner (forgive me for not remembering her name) told her of the rampant only-studying-the-hour-before-the-examinations-and-still-getting their-90-marks lifestyle in new zealand. consequently, as juxtaposed to a time not too long ago, i now have forgone all my time to think up of big and byzantine theories of how all our local problems are not systematic problems but are just systemic, unecessary complications derived from misunderstandings that probably have their origins based on the ambiguity of the english language. what a whole load of bull. and i claim my time being here as productive because after that intriguing session with the merchant's screwed up use of irony, i need some sort of cathartic relief to pour out my much agrieved sorrows.
on the bright side, amid my time not studying, i have stored the potential energy i need for the next... i'm not sure how long. i slept 8 hours outside my sleeping time today. yay the blazing weather.
i forsee the re-papers coming...
i was discussing with shaun how the nature of exams outside of singapore is quite different from the local sample we get here. overseas, you're not supposed to get the distinction; you're not supposed to get A. but with the kind of robots that we breed at a school in bishan, no matter how many times you revise the papers to make them harder, singporeans will show you that they will get A despite the odds. and so, due to societal pressures, everyone is coerced to produce the same results even if their passion lies more in the general direction of DotA. i will never forget how jean once told us about how her exchange partner (forgive me for not remembering her name) told her of the rampant only-studying-the-hour-before-the-examinations-and-still-getting their-90-marks lifestyle in new zealand. consequently, as juxtaposed to a time not too long ago, i now have forgone all my time to think up of big and byzantine theories of how all our local problems are not systematic problems but are just systemic, unecessary complications derived from misunderstandings that probably have their origins based on the ambiguity of the english language. what a whole load of bull. and i claim my time being here as productive because after that intriguing session with the merchant's screwed up use of irony, i need some sort of cathartic relief to pour out my much agrieved sorrows.
on the bright side, amid my time not studying, i have stored the potential energy i need for the next... i'm not sure how long. i slept 8 hours outside my sleeping time today. yay the blazing weather.
i forsee the re-papers coming...