Sunday, November 19, 2006
Sian… exams coming up in about week… people are constantly reminding me about them.
Weizhang (at Buddhist Fellowship, while I was rehearsing with the choir): Hey, exams in ten days time! What are you still doing here? (albeit jokingly, but sufficient to jolt me to my senses)
Huiling (after practice, during the mini jam session): Okay, two more songs, then August’s got to go home to study!
Darren Choo’s, my classmate in English Language tutorial, suffixes to his MSN nick: 10 more days! Lai ah! (*Come ah!)
Exam seating plan is out.
Damn I have no mood or motivation to study. All day long I keep thinking about the projects and tasks that I will carry out once the last paper is over. This week and next will be dreadful…
I love my subjects, but I hate knowing that I have to do prepare them for examination. It just kills the interest. I like reading the materials from reference books that we’ve been given – call me crazy but I’m mesmerised by the daring of some of the writers, especially those who comment about politics in my Singapore Society course pack. They’re not direct like Chee Soon Juan, but they seem to be knocking at your door and slipping a letter underneath.
I detest it even more that my educational abilities and prowness are judged by a stupid letter or a few numbers. Heck, aren’t there other factors to be considered? If you flunk a test does it just only mean, “Work harder?” Come on, there are other aspects that could have commissioned you the F! I appreciate if someone helps me find out what was behind the F instead of accusing, “You should have worked harder.” To it even crudely, “You asked for it.”
* * *
Training in choir-writing has paid off.
The Gingerbread Man (GBM) musical has one song called Come the Light – it is sung acapella. It works. I am pleased with the results.
The new choral arrangements for the Buddhist Fellowship Gala Dinner went off without much changes this round – I was initially apprehensive that there would be – as usual – so much changes that we would have to re-issue new scores all over again.
And waste a lot of paper again (one score averages five to six pages).
¶ 11/19/2006 10:52:00 pm Weizhang (at Buddhist Fellowship, while I was rehearsing with the choir): Hey, exams in ten days time! What are you still doing here? (albeit jokingly, but sufficient to jolt me to my senses)
Huiling (after practice, during the mini jam session): Okay, two more songs, then August’s got to go home to study!
Darren Choo’s, my classmate in English Language tutorial, suffixes to his MSN nick: 10 more days! Lai ah! (*Come ah!)
Exam seating plan is out.
Damn I have no mood or motivation to study. All day long I keep thinking about the projects and tasks that I will carry out once the last paper is over. This week and next will be dreadful…
I love my subjects, but I hate knowing that I have to do prepare them for examination. It just kills the interest. I like reading the materials from reference books that we’ve been given – call me crazy but I’m mesmerised by the daring of some of the writers, especially those who comment about politics in my Singapore Society course pack. They’re not direct like Chee Soon Juan, but they seem to be knocking at your door and slipping a letter underneath.
I detest it even more that my educational abilities and prowness are judged by a stupid letter or a few numbers. Heck, aren’t there other factors to be considered? If you flunk a test does it just only mean, “Work harder?” Come on, there are other aspects that could have commissioned you the F! I appreciate if someone helps me find out what was behind the F instead of accusing, “You should have worked harder.” To it even crudely, “You asked for it.”
* * *
Training in choir-writing has paid off.
The Gingerbread Man (GBM) musical has one song called Come the Light – it is sung acapella. It works. I am pleased with the results.
The new choral arrangements for the Buddhist Fellowship Gala Dinner went off without much changes this round – I was initially apprehensive that there would be – as usual – so much changes that we would have to re-issue new scores all over again.
And waste a lot of paper again (one score averages five to six pages).
