Friday, March 02, 2007

The day of revelation has finally arrived, but oddly, I am void of all emotions. No anxiety breakouts, no excitement nor unease, no distress, no apprehension, no nothing.

Nothing of the escalating sense of foreboding I had prior to the release of the 'O' Level results either.

I begin to wonder if this is the human mind's natural way of self preservation, of preparing itself for the worstest of news. To desensitise itself so that any calamity becomes inconsequential, so that its sanity is guarded.

In many ways, A Levels was, by far the most long-winded and draining and difficult examination I had to sit through in my entire life of existence. It is, therefore, frustrating when people who didn't have to take it say things like "Oh you'll do fine, don't worry" because they don't know the process of preparing for it, and because, as we all know, good does not always beget good; studying for it doesn't necessarily mean you'll definitely do well.

But we'll soon find out. Come what may.

writing at 9:32 AM

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