Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I doubt it’s anywhere near exaggeration to say that exams have an utterly ‘brilliant’ way of bringing out the worst in people. There’s no need to elaborate more on that.
I personally, have been having a particularly hard time dealing with things this time around. I know it doesn’t take very much to get me stressed up, pressured or worried for that matter. But it feels as though the magnitude of it all has been multiplied ten times more.
Okay, I think too much. That’s obvious.
The events on Thursday practically tore me apart. As I spent half an hour weeping my heart out, all I could think about was how much I wanted to be at home.
A simple message from a beloved friend turned my day around.
"Don't worry, don't be sad. To be or not to be, that is the question"
It may not have made much sense to another but I understood, and it meant the world to me.
More minor exams after the PMR break. I suppose it will help us assess how prepared we are for SPM... Despite that, surprisingly, it doesn’t make me dislike the idea any less than I already do.