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Storms rock. There's the sunshine afterward to look forward to.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

An Interesting Observation

My classmate made this observation today, and when you think about it, while not 100% accurate, is quite true and rather funny at that.

As of the end of February, the road to the A Levels is much like a pregnancy. It lasts for around nine months, although we don't really know when the terror will officially start until it's too late. The papers themselves are much like the labour pains, and once they finish, we will involuntarily breathe a huge sigh of relief, while a wave of unexplainable euphoria washes through our entire being, and some wish that the moment would never end.

However, before birth, we must go through a period of nine months, divided into three trimesters, that being the March Common Tests, the June Common Tests, and the actual A Level's themselves. (For the sake of simplicity, the prelims are not counted haha) All our time will be spent getting ready to deal with the end of the trimester, and no matter how much we eat (study) and try to nourish our growing baby (repository of knowledge), we will always feel that it's never enough.

When the baby grows large enough to kick us gently from the inside (encourage us to study more), we try to calm him down and reassure him that what we've done for him so far is enough. We start planning all the things we'll do with our baby once he's born (TYS), and excitedly compete with our other pregnant friends as to who has the better future planned out for the baby (testing each other).

Then, the labour pains kick in. Well, and you know the rest. And I'm sure the girls know about it better than me...

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