Oh, what a mess. It's a wonder that I can still search for books underneath this pile of...books.
I feel like doing a huge facepalm.
It's like...come on, SPM. The biggest examination battle for every high school student out there.
And what are you doing, Anne? Sitting in front of the computer. Munching on chocolates (your prom dress is in serious jeopardy). Snickering at lame puns. Texting several partners-in-crime of yours. Flipping through newly-bought books from Popular and MPH. Thinking about all the wonderful things you would be doing after SPM.
How unproductive.
Hence, the freaking facepalm.
All right-y. I'll give myself some credit. For one, I am a CHS-ian - and CHS papers have been known to surpass the level of difficulty of other schools out there. For another, despite my lack of endurance in several issues, I've been able to juggle my co-curricular junk and studies for three years!
But still, this is SPM. Hell-o, high school students. Terrifying acronym for all of us, don't you think? Watch how it naturally rolls off the tongue and observe how teenagers cringe and deflate like some popped balloon.
Okay, okay. I'm not exactly known for being brilliant in Add Math. Yes, I know that.
Watch. I shall dissect the subjects - just because I have studiedforfivehoursandneedabreak too much time to spare!
First off, Add Math. You terrify me the most, because I have failed you. Failed, with a capital F. I don't get your probability, nor do I understand what differentiation is about. If anything, simultaneous equations and graphs always make me heave a sigh of relief - they're the first questions I hit straightaway in any exam.
Secondly, Math. While you're slightly more tolerable than your bipolar counterpart, you're still a force not to be undermined. I remember how deluded I was when I first met you - resulting in undesired results. Never mind, that was the past. Now, for SPM, I shall conquer you. With graphs (insert delighted smirk here) and the matrix, I shall freaking conquer.
Now, we begin the Sciences. Physics. Laws of nature. Up and down and round you go. At times you make the most sense of all - and at times you just don't. So, how am I supposed to deal with you? Sometimes I even experiment certain junk just to prove that you're right. Y'know, the standard water-filled cup with air pressure and even Bernoulli's principle? Yeah, things like that. It's laughable. Or not.
Chemistry. If not for the guidance of one particularly dedicated Pn. Chan, I would not have even bothered by your existence. Unlike your sibling, Physics, you just don't make any damn sense at all. It's fun, of course, because salts are just oh-so-colorful. Bet they'd be a real nice kaleidoscope if I chucked 'em all together, but what's with all the carbon chains and stuff? And wait, did you just call carbon 'coke'? How misleading.
Biology - you're actually the one that I rely on to pull up my average. Somehow, you and I really have an affinity with each other. Still, I fear you at times when my memory gets a lil' tacky. Mendel's Law doesn't really stick in my head and plants are dreadful things, but other than that you're an interesting partner. I'd trade any of those counting shit for you any day.
History - again, you're also someone that meshes well with me. Despite the fact that your laws are annoying, I've been able to keep up with the things they do in, er, Arab hundreds and thousands of years ago. It helps that I've been to Turkey, even Europe. Really beautiful places that flash up in my memories everytime I flip a particular page. Your facts about Malaysia are annoying, though. Well, it is an annoying country in general after all.
Malay, the national language. Er-hem. No problem with coping, hopefully, unless the topic set up is something on the charts of wtf-ness. Novels are just memory work and more memory work. And with a little bit of luck, the peribahasas will actually make sense.
English? I freaking love you. 'Nuff said.
Chinese - I fear you, but not as much as I fear for anything calculator-related. Surprisingly, while your wrath scares the bejeezus out of people, you don't scare me that much. I'm not a banana, so there. Suck it up. I shall memorize some sad, teary plot for my essay in the mean time. That might actually buy me some marks.
Moral, had the education system been slightly better, I might actually come to love you. But for now, you're just a pain. Everytime I sit for your papers I come out of the exam hall with my fingers trembling - there's such a thing called too much writing, ya' know. Anyhow, five years and I've never memorized your nilais in full. I've been harping on your keywords.
Art - an extra subject. Again, thanks to the messed up education system, all I've been learning about you are local and Indonesian art styles. It's a shame. I would have really loved to learn more about Da Vinci, or even Joan Miro.
English Literature - my favorite subject. Despite the studying necessary for it, I love it with a passion. Yes, it's not exactly a cup of tea, but what can I say? I love the language.
And since I've finished my careful analysis (and have finally let out some complaints like some runt), I shall be getting off in order to get the actual studying done.
In the mean time, best of luck to all the SPM candidates out there. You have my virtual good luck fist bump.
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