Random flashback: When I was in Form 3.
"So..." My Form Teacher said. "What do you think you got for Chinese?"
Gulp. She had to ask that. Then again, I suppose I was more nervous about that subject than any other of the eight. Oh dear, I thought, with such a question, it could be no higher than a credit(C).
"Erm..."I paused. "I'm not sure."
Looking into that paper rushed blood to my brain. Then euphoria. The next thing you know, the girl beside me squealed and yanked me back into reality. At the same time, a bunch of friends pounced on me with the same question, "So how did you do?"
My mum would be sending at least eight messages about the results. The next day few days, a series of congratulations.
Back to reality: You'd realise in time that back then when in your eyes, it is a MAJOR situation, now it is not so.
My sister and two other cousins face the final step of the painful ordeal. It was time to find out what PMR would pave for them. Once being part of that 'group', I cannot blame them for being this jittery.
One in PJ. One in Negeri Sembilan. One in Penang. Yet stressed up over the same thing.
Oh well. Good news came back. So the same thing happens every time. The news spreads like wildfire, we go out for a treat, and the next few days, thank the congratulations that come.
And so comes mine. Congratulations!!
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