A peculiar mix of happiness and sadness

Got most of my promotional exams results back today, i did fairly ok, but definitely hope to do better for next year's A levels. Wow, the feeling of how time flies by so quickly is sinking it already, just when i thought i would be out of the fanatical preparation stage as i did for my o's a year ago, i'm being thrown into another one.

It just hit me that i'm going to be a J2 very soon, a senior of the future J1s. There is this unfathomable sense of consternation as to why time flies so quickly. It only seemed like yesterday that i took my first bold step into the often mis-leading realm of Junior College education, but now, i'm already geared up on my way to embark on a new journey It will only be a matter of time before i'll begin to reminicise my J2 life in this blog _{i hope anyways, if i can actually keep this blog from staganting}. JC life is often filled with many pitfalls conveniently masked by friends and activities, but in all reality, JC life is Hard. Just ask any scholar and they will tell you that the toughest, most feared period of their life resides during their 2 year stint in a local Junior College. The funny thing is, eventhough it is only 2 years as opposed to say, 6 years of primary education, these 2 years hold so much weightage and literally decides the next phase of our lives, be it a University education or a life as a street bum. It often blows me away as to why these 2 years can have such a major impact on one's future way of living, his job, his perspectives, his lifestyle, his character.

The tutorials, the lectures, the depressing test results are all a facet of one's life in a JC, however puny it may be or seems to be, one cannot deny its influencing powers on our lives.

The class was strapped in silence, with the occasional gasps of "Yes!"

Should i even feel happy for my result when most of my classmates' or council-mates' results weren't as good? But of course there were the exceptional ones, but on the majority, most were peppered with a string of "O"s and "E"s. I feel guilty to express my happiness, yet i want to feel happy, not for myself, but for them if they did well enough. But as i stared in disbelievement and rattled on and on about my silly little mistakes that hindered me from augmenting my grade to a much more desired "A", i did not realise that around me, some of my friends were staring at the possibilty of retention in the eye.

Apart from the usual exclamations of regret from some top students lamenting their carelessness, the somber mood of the class kept me strapped to my seat, unable to escape from its vices. I wanted to go out and comfort them, but i didn't want them to feel that i'm patronising them. I wanted to clasp their shoulders and give them moral support, but i felt they needed to be alone. Would i have made a difference if i had actually gave them words of comfort? Would i incite hatred towards my name if i had tried to cheer them up on the basis that my scores were, at the end of the day, better than theirs?

Such is the life of a local JC student.





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