Numerical Freedom

And so,

It's overrrrr. TEEHEE. It was horrible, by the way. Especially Paper 2, which had 5 questions (when there are usually 4), was time-pressingly, mind-stressingly HARD. And I couldn't answer some big 4 mark question. Sigh.

So immediately following the exam, I felt weird. I was devastated because of how badly it had gone and yet, there was this urge to burst into maniacal giggle fits. I wasn't between tears and laughter, more like I was leaping from one extreme to the other; crying one second and laughing the next. And back again. It was bizarre. I imagine I would've looked like a rather odd sight; with my eyebrows furrowed and my lips pulled in a wide, toothy grin.

So what if I'm expecting a 35? It's not the end of the world, right? I'll just find a dentist husband (who's thoughtful, like-minded, understanding etcetc of course) and who needs a flipping high 40? I'm still on a high because I'm methods freeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Which is probably why I'm so optimistic and cheery.

Yesterday, even though I had an English and Chem exam, there was still this sense of elation. I didn't care. It just didn't feel important. Sure I wasn't as prepared because I couldn't bring myself to do much study after Paper 2, BUT I wasn't stressed at all. It was kinda fun, quoting Macbeth quotes with all my friends and cramming last minute chem questions. Oh and I came up with the most ingenious phrase when I was in the "english" zone. Here it goes...

"I'm winging my exam, so that I can pass it with flying colours."

ahhahahhaa. Yes. Everyone was laughing and eye-rolling at my lameness. But I did feel quite witty. If I do say so myself. I think I thrive on non-maths. I'm a less snappy, more friendly, generally much more pleasant person to be with.

OH I'm gonna do shout outs to an imaginary audience. Because I do things like that. heh.

To Isabel:
Wishing you all the luck and intelligence and knowledge and statistics and analyticalness of the world for your Geography exam next Friday. You'll do fine. Don't stress. But on the extreme unlikelihood that you don't do well (which you won't (not do well, that is)), it's not the end of the world. It really isn't. I'm living, breathing proof. :)

To Vicky:
Dude. I don't even need to wish you good luck for music because you're so musically talented. Honestly. But yes, you shall do wonderfully in your music exam. If you don't, then the examiner clearly has to eye for musicalness. :P

To Jessie:
Jia you for Chink! Not that you need it either because you really are Chinese through and through. Plus you have worked awfully hard for it. I'm glad I'm not doing it because I'd have to compete with you. haha.

To Viv:
You aren't even doing any 3/4... pssh. so not fair. BUT yes I press my thumb down to you for all your Year 11 exams, especially for French on Friday because both of us haven't learnt very much French this year, have we? ><

Savouring the gleefulness while it lasts,
Erica