Pre-Sch
It’s upsetting that things don’t turn out as they’re expected to be. Checked my results for my special semester exam moments ago and it would suffice to say that I stared at the screen in dismay for a considerable period of time and was left in a depressed mood thereafter. And to think I had high hopes for the coming semester to be active in hall activities, to take up leadership roles and even specially set aside a free day in my timetable for dance, guitar and bowling.
The cumulative system employed in the calculation of the final results has ensured that I’ll have to do ridiculously well to obtain my 2nd upper in the end. In fact, so well that I don’t see any way I can achieve it save for relentless studying and forsaking a meaningful varsity life. At times, I’m tempted to just do enough to fulfil my scholarship requirements.
It’s a good thing that I’ve been kicked into the conscientious mood even before school reopens, but the cost was tremendous indeed. From prior experience, it’s likely I’ll be tempted to just focus on studies, keeping fit and hanging out only with those who matter. But then again, I’ll have to weigh my priorities; if doing the above would prove most beneficial to myself, I’ll gladly do so even if my heart tells me it’s not what it truly desires.
