I was damn shocked at the point of moment i recieved my results. After glancing past the seat in front of my teacher, i knew it was my turn. I took heavy steps as my heart pounded with sweats splashing all over the vicinity. I look at my teacher with a grim look, my teacher says my results in a stern manner, 3 plus 2 plus 3 plus 1 plus 1, 10 +4,14. I grabbed the books and my results, and walked off. I just stood there with my mind ablank as though black clouds fogged my spectacles. I thought of my parents and i called them. My mother says ok loh, come home early. My father called me and asked, he tell me which jc i wan to go too. Big decision, big decision. I told him i do not know.


Tired i was, all i could think is friends and teachers that helped me to pull through this. My geography teacher expected my combined humanities to get a 1 but i do not know for sure i could get that and i did in the end. The most ridiculous thing is my english results, I GOT A B3. I have been getting a 6 and 5 for secondary 3 and 4. Miracle do happen i guess.