Yo. Aloy here.
Just concluded my promo exams last Monday.
Finally, the second toughest year that I will ever go through has drawn to a close. The ending is nigh, although not with as much drama and fanfare as you would have expected.
Promos are over, but there is still much work left to be done, evidently.
Took a peek at my math grades today, and I must say it could have been better.
Actually, that's putting it lightly. I very damn nearly got a single digit score. Not much better than block tests in anyway, although I could have sworn that I worked twice as hard for promos than I did for blocks.
Math and I have a love-hate relationship. I managed to excel in my upper secondary maths only because I had a good teacher.
No, not just a good teacher. An EXCELLENT teacher, actually. One of the fucking best in the business. She managed to put maths concepts across to her students SO easily. She made the most mind-boggling math questions seem easy. There are not many out there like her that could convince and motivate her students that way that she did.
She taught in the system for over 20 years. Her son is in Raffles Institution now. Her daughter is overseas on a scholarship. Good background, good techniques, good foundation.
By will or by force (mostly by force), she made me see the subject of mathematics in a completely different light. My attitude and approach to the subject changed. I started to enjoy doing math.
Oh, what good memories...........
But I have long realized that there in an acute lack of such wonderful teachers in our country, even in a school such as mine. I have yet to be taught by a teacher who was as inspiring and as revolutionary as she was, despite my being in an elite school.
JC maths now seems drop-dead boring, just another fucking useless subject the fucking stupid MOE had decided we take. Real-life application just doesn't seem to apply. The value of maths as a useful tool in our everyday life has diminished, akin to how my love and passion for the subject had diminished.
Math fucked me over this time. However, if by some miraculous blessing that I managed to clear the promotional criteria, I shall be back next year. With a vengeance.
I do not want to lose out to my classmates. They maybe better than me. More skilled than me. But deep, deep down inside, some part of me still cares.
I wanna wipe those smug smirks off their fucking cocky faces.
Just like I've always used to.
One thing, and only ONE thing now stands in my way.
I am in no way a religious person, but allow me to quote a phrase from the Bible's New Testament:
Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.
----- Matthew 26:41 (King James Version)
Just concluded my promo exams last Monday.
Finally, the second toughest year that I will ever go through has drawn to a close. The ending is nigh, although not with as much drama and fanfare as you would have expected.
Promos are over, but there is still much work left to be done, evidently.
Took a peek at my math grades today, and I must say it could have been better.
Actually, that's putting it lightly. I very damn nearly got a single digit score. Not much better than block tests in anyway, although I could have sworn that I worked twice as hard for promos than I did for blocks.
Math and I have a love-hate relationship. I managed to excel in my upper secondary maths only because I had a good teacher.
No, not just a good teacher. An EXCELLENT teacher, actually. One of the fucking best in the business. She managed to put maths concepts across to her students SO easily. She made the most mind-boggling math questions seem easy. There are not many out there like her that could convince and motivate her students that way that she did.
She taught in the system for over 20 years. Her son is in Raffles Institution now. Her daughter is overseas on a scholarship. Good background, good techniques, good foundation.
By will or by force (mostly by force), she made me see the subject of mathematics in a completely different light. My attitude and approach to the subject changed. I started to enjoy doing math.
Oh, what good memories...........
But I have long realized that there in an acute lack of such wonderful teachers in our country, even in a school such as mine. I have yet to be taught by a teacher who was as inspiring and as revolutionary as she was, despite my being in an elite school.
JC maths now seems drop-dead boring, just another fucking useless subject the fucking stupid MOE had decided we take. Real-life application just doesn't seem to apply. The value of maths as a useful tool in our everyday life has diminished, akin to how my love and passion for the subject had diminished.
Math fucked me over this time. However, if by some miraculous blessing that I managed to clear the promotional criteria, I shall be back next year. With a vengeance.
I do not want to lose out to my classmates. They maybe better than me. More skilled than me. But deep, deep down inside, some part of me still cares.
I wanna wipe those smug smirks off their fucking cocky faces.
Just like I've always used to.
One thing, and only ONE thing now stands in my way.
I am in no way a religious person, but allow me to quote a phrase from the Bible's New Testament:
Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.
----- Matthew 26:41 (King James Version)
