So it's the end of 'A' levels.
It started out really bad -- until now I still get shivers whenever I think about GP. I guess I slowly got used to the rhythm. Paper in the day; library in the afternoon. Full on mugging in the morning at my dining table; paper in the afternoon. It got to the point that I actually enjoyed taking my papers because I got to say "HELL YEAH ONE PAPER DOWN" after every paper.
Sometimes I flip through the stack of notes on my table and I feel sad because a paper is over and there are still undone practice papers and I think: "damn, I could have studied harder". But then I'm like: whatever, it's over.
It feels pretty damn good to think: whatever, it's over.
To be honest, I fell in love with Chemistry in the very last lap of my 12 years of pre-university education. How could I have hated it so much?
Right now I'm figuring out what to do with my entry proof and the extremely lousy transparent "RISE ABOVE ALL" pencil case.
Looking forward.
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