Today marks the last weekend to start of school, and like any other student, I cannot wait for school to start. And of course, as the days pass, my need for a holiday will increase exponentially. Woes of a student..?
Received my results to clinicals, a module worth a hefty 26 credits, on Tuesday. It was a pleasant surprise. I had woken up 7 minutes before 0800 and my stomach could not stop doing cartwheels as I hid under my duvet, wondering if logging into my school's portal will render me helpless to the heaping stress on my shoulders when school starts. If I had gotten even a B for this module, my GPA would have been dealt with a huge blow and I could not imagine how horrible life would be for the rest of this year.....what with FYP and 15 weeks of clinicals divided into 3 blocks. However, I am not particularly sure whether or not I deserve my much-better-than-expected grade.
Monday might mean the start of 5-hour sleep per day, dry and dull complexion, sky-high body fat percentage, messy tables with notes strewn everywhere, sharp increase in stress levels, terribly very bad tempers (citing the movie Bad Teacher), and all the nasty stuffs. But I can and I will survive this, because it is my only choice :')
Thank you, my Mr Chng, for holding me till I stop pushing you away. Thank you for being silly with me when we had both just dealt with the deadly Z-bug; me head-butting you, you flinching when I charge towards you, you holding out your arms because you knew that I was going to jump on you instead of head-butting you at my last try, us acting as though nothing had happened when Pops walked out of his room to ask what was the racket all about. Thank you for holding my hand as we were watching the upsetting Thai MV. Thank you for pulling me into your arms and whispering into my ears that we are better than this. Thank you for trying so hard to coax the smile out from my unrelenting facial muscles when I cannot help but think that my grade was undeserved. I love you.
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