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What Has Been Going On With Me.... /6:01 PM

We are already more than halfway into the year 2008 and soon, I will be graduating out of Kent Ridge Secondary School. Times flies really quickly, almost instantaneously, in the blink of an eye. It seemed like only yesterday I had stepped into this very school as a secondary one student, in spite of all the many happenings, both good and bad, that had taken place over the last three-and-a-quarter years.

Anyhow, as the prelims and the O’ Level examinations are up and coming, aimed and ready to question me, then leave my brains all drained of the knowledge I have been gathering these years, my thoughts have been bouncing back and forth on the usual worries a candidate would have and of course, where do I go after the examinations. Thus, these past six weeks have consisted of nothing more than nearly repetitive routines of self-revision at home, playing the piano to masterpieces of Richard Clayderman or logging onto YouTube where you will catch me watching a wide array of videos(, so as to take my mind off the anxiety and pressure) and then back to my self-revision. Sometimes, it gets really dreary, so much so I feel like breaking away from reality, although that never happens. However, thankfully there were quite a few times where I got to get out of the house for a while with my family (no friend outings allowed right now due to the exams and my faultiness of delaying the time limit given for hanging out) just for a sinful, yet satisfying shopping trip. (I know it’s a bad medium to wind down for the day, but that’s the way it is!)

Also, just last week, Miss Heng, my class’ form teacher, allowed us to watch a touching, yet perception-changing, Bollywood movie called Every Child Is Special. Actually, the movie’s title was in Hindi (I think), but since I have forgotten it was, I shall stick to its English translated title then. It was about a young boy named Ishaan who was suffering from a learning disability known as Dyslexia, where the sufferer is unable to recognize words and may even see ‘dancing’ letters. Due to this, Ishaan was unable to read and write as it was merely an impossible feat to do so under such circumstances. That poor child was, as a result, shunned by everyone in school, including the teachers who sadly never understood nor taken the effort just to find out what was wrong with him. Instead, he was made to come under furthermore pressure when his already indecent grades were sliding after having been retained in the third year, while his father (who seemed like the kind of father who was too hard-headed for his own good,)



















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