The cuckoo clock of doom.

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Man, why do i even bother going to school anymore? Every day, we learn like, 2 subjects out of 6, which is a compete waste of time. In fact, i mostly just sleep in class nowadays. Dandy, huh? Pft.

I had this well thought out rant that i wanted to post on my blog yesterday but it has completely evaporated from my mind. Add Maths tuition was a lot of fun today :) i re-learned Quadratic Functions which i understand better now. And i'm looking forward to doing my homework, weirdly. Mr Gana keeps telling me these stories about his other Form Four students who scored well for their March tests and stuff, in hopes that it'll motivate me to do well but those stories don't really have an effect on me, unfortunately. I'd much rather do things at my own pace then thrive to be like someone else. I'm pretty lazy but when it comes down to the wire, i work hard for what i want to achieve and i don't think there's anything wrong with that, is there? 

I understand that he wants me to push away my 'last-minute' mentality and change into someone more organized and efficient but i just can't sit down and revise every night because i can't study like that. When i study last-minute, it's like i have something to work for, and i can feel that something because the pressure is acting so hard on you that you don't have a choice except to buckle down and get serious. In contrast, if i were to study every day, little by little, i KNOW i wouldn't be absorbing anything in because i'd be slacking off and distract myself with other things, even things located in the room like a pillow or a book. It's just how i work best, you know?

But i've reached a compromise with myself -a little bit of each. Somethings can be left to the last minute but other things like Add Maths and Biology can't. So i guess i'm taking a new approach in my studies now, because as my dad has constantly reminded me, next year is the year. The deciding year, the year that is the start to the rest of my life. Uh yeah, if you think it sounds extremely daunting on paper, trust me, it sounds even more frightening in real life. However, i can't deny its truth. This isn't silly PMR, in fact, it pales in comparison. Like, this is it, this is the pointer that will decide on how my life will turn out, and with 12 subjects under my wings, i can't afford to cram a week before exams or tests.

Oh God, i'm sorry i had to bore you with that. If you read it, and you are not a Fourth Former yet, then let this be reminder to you or an advanced warning, and i mean this with all my heart:

FORM FOUR IS NOT WHAT YOU EXPECT IT TO BE. IT'S NOT A HONEYMOON YEAR, THERE'S ABSOLUTELY NOTHING SWEET ABOUT IT. ANY PRE-CONCEIVED NOTIONS YOU HAVE ABOUT FORM FOUR? THROW IT OUT THE WINDOW, STEAMROLL IT AND ATTACH IT TO AN ANCHOR BEFORE DROPPING IT INTO THE OCEAN. FORM FOUR IS TAXING, TIRING AND EXHAUSTING AND IT WILL DRAIN YOU OF YOUR ENERGY AND YOUR SPIRIT.

But with all of that said, Form Four is also actually pretty, fun.

Latifahface :]