Tuesday, August 10, 2004
I am sitting for a test tomorrow.
You might go, "Oh, big deal, the girl has a test, blah-di-blah-di-blah...", and you're right. Absolutely right. This is a rather trivial matter, but as I assume the people who read this enjoy trivial reading, I think it's alright.
You see, I have every reason to be upset about this test. Well, besides the fact that I haven't studied yet, and that I haven't taken a test in so long, my studying skills are so rustified, there's also the fact that this is the first exam I will sit for since the S - ruddy-PM. It's my turn to
prove something to the rest of the world, darn it. It's going to be my parents' first evaluation of me, ever since I came to this place, the International Education Centre. They'd like to see that all they've done for me wasn't a total waste.
This is, of course, disregarding the fact that it is a mere essay test for Computer Literacy, a compulsory subject for my first semester here. Also totally disregarding the fact that it adds up to 20 % of my entire grade. Admittedly, I so deserve to fail, because I have been not-so-discreetly surfing the Net everytime the lecturer was teaching in the PC lab. And add to that the fact that I completely and blindly clicked my way into meagre computer competency, and you have a major problem.
I seem to have a knack for major problems.
Then there is also the fact that I have picked up my old bad habit, all over again. I call it Whacking the Unsuspecting Male Friend, but my pals call it abuse. You see, it's this thing where I give the offensive male person a blatant slap on the forearm, for having made social error, i.e. making fun of me, making fun of my friends, insinuating my shortcomings, etc. It's not a good rep to have, to be a male basher in the literal sense of the word, I'll have you know. It's just compulsive. Hey, in my defense, my parents shouldn't have sent me to Taekwondo class ever since I was six. That black belt in my closet is not going to help me get a spot in Wellington U, or anything.
But my new
abang angkats have been complaining. So I guess I'll have to find another way to vent out my unpent anger and frustrated rage. Biting my nails is out of the question. I happen to like my newly-grown nails, thanks, even if they are a bit more painful than they used to be.
I wonder if anyone has a punching bag around here...
this has been a rant by Syazwina Saw at 3:05 pm
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