my tragedy

hmm. let's calculate the probabilty of me failing GP.

...I CAN'T EVEN DO THAT BECAUSE I SUCK AT MATHS. correction. I fear Maths. Maths is my enemy.

and as of today, so is GP.

so I went home whining to Hui Yun and my dear loving mother, telling them my life is over because I don't think I answered one of the questions correctly. the essay was fine, the passage was understandable and what luck! they decided to pick this year to give us just one passage instead of two. and then the stupid Application Question comes along and I am freaking out because I only had 10 minutes left before realising I wasn't answering it correctly.

you wanna know why it's a big deal? because General Paper is supposed to be manageable. GP is my thing I mean everyone has things GP is mine. it's the only subject I have confidence in. okay not the only one but close enough. fine not at all but that's not the point. actually I'm not even sure if GP was ever my thing. it's just that I'd planned everything out so perfectly well. the timing was excellent, I was in a good mood and that cute soccer boy from A02 was sitting right next to me. and it just took one little question to freak me out.

at this rate I'm going, I wonder how I'll ever get through next week.

well whatever. it's over, and I've given myself 2 hours to lament over this unfortunate incident. I won't think about this again after today, don't worry. haha actually I'm thinking about my sister and kinna understand how she must've felt doing that Media Law exam on wednesday. she came home saying she'd ruined it because of one question, and I being the irritating sister I'm expected to be decided to quote Sharon Stone and say 'every law can be bent, folded and manipulated.'

this must be retribution then. what a tragedy.