Exam and Fun
Took my Psychology special term exam yesterday, and I’m appalled to say that I was actually smiling to myself during some parts of the exam duration because I was beyond despairing that I couldn’t answer some of the questions. Sighs. It really shouldn’t have happened. If only I had went for lessons conscientiously and put in regular revision hours. I can’t really blame my other commitments for weighing me down but then again I feel they were a considerable cause of all my distress.
My personal habit is to always sleep at least 8-10 hrs everyday and so I wasn’t surprised that I’d screw up the exam when I actually stayed up the entire night to peruse through the thick, imposing textbook. Damn sad. Oh wells, this’ll serve as a costly lesson to me the coming semester to not get distracted by too much enticing stimuli, just as I did in my first semester in university. It really does upset me considerably whenever I think about the stuff I perpetuated then in the endless pursuit of fun and joy. With my abysmal results, I virtually threw away any hope of getting a 1st class honours in the near future.
I then went home to catch a few winks before my camp outing at 7pm. One too many winks though, I must concur. Woke up at 7+ to my utter shock and disbelief. I was actually late! But after calming down considerably a few minutes later, I realized that I was rarely on time for anything anyways. So I happily proceeded to groom myself immaculately before hitching a car ride there.
It was a total fiasco. Firstly the meeting location was altered like ½ an hour before the meeting time. Then no-one really had any clear idea where to eat or what activities to participate in. And the entire group spent a considerable amount of time standing outside restaurants/arcades/pool alleys/Carrefour discussing what to do next, which wasn’t exactly helped by indifference on part of most members.
In fact the organizers of the outing seemed to change according to whoever had the initiative to suggest something viable. It ended with me leading the group to Paradiz for pool as no-one else supposedly had any idea on how to go there. I seriously prefer the idea of just lagging behind and going with the flow, at least on that evening in which fatigue ruled. Outings without prior planning are honestly fine with me but a substantial amount of spontaneity and initiative in the members must be present.
Left around 10pm to meet Xen pple for bowling at Marina. Obviously, I was late again, but it was only ½ an hour this time! I wouldn’t have known about it as I hadn’t gone for the past week due to exam preparation, so it was somewhat fortunate that I heard about it from the organizer whom I was happily sms-ing the day prior.
Really enjoyed the entire experience and it was invigorating to bowl with pple I normally acquaint more with on the dance floor. All the fun conversation and ridiculous antics at times also contributed to it being such a enjoyable night out. Yes, and it helps that the ladies are aesthetically pleasing too.
I was engaging in some contemplation during the bowling and I realized that I’ve really come a long way from the time I picked it up in Pri.5. From then till as late as last year, I’ve always been one that plays often but with abysmal scores and fundamentals, always focusing on the speed and weight of the ball more than the correct technique, always complaining about unsuitable ball fittings, lane conditions and whatnot.
It was really upsetting then when my dad frequently commented on our weekly bowling trips that I never seemed to have any potential in the sport, being unable even to consistently throw a straight ball down the lane. It was only until last year before I entered university that I engaged a personal coach for a couple of lessons, engaging in a complete overhaul of my footwork, swing, timing, body posture, finger positions, tension etc. It was a long and tedious process but it was all worth it for my dad’s compliments, a drastically higher average and a considerable crowd mingling behind me whenever I bowl.
Now off to pack up my luggage for the impending stay in hall. Again.
